Evil energy surged, swallowing heaven and earth like an endless black sea of ink. Across boundless lands, living beings were slaughtered, and the whole world became a realm of death.
Standing amid the sea of evil energy, Bai Yang had an eighth-grade merit golden lotus above his head, its strands of golden light shielding him. He resembled a Buddha untouched by all magic.
This was a world rife with danger, where the slightest misstep could cost him his life, but Bai Yang had no intention of leaving. Great fortune often lay hidden in the midst of great terror, and he was waiting for a chance to profit.
The World-Quelling Dragon Soul Formation had become an evil dragon, but chains stretching across the sky bound it fast. As it struggled, space twisted, on the verge of collapse.
Bai Yang stayed alert to Fang Hao and the others while doing his best to avoid the evil dragon's reach.
The moment he was waiting for seemed impossibly far off. Every second dragged on interminably.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly sensed something and instinctively turned his gaze toward the enormous sword planted in the earth, as if it could pierce the heavens.
At that moment, it wasn't just Bai Yang. Fang Hao, Li Tao, the Ninth Prince, and the others all instinctively looked that way.
They saw two figures appear beside the enormous sword amid the evil energy shrouding heaven and earth. Before they could make sense of what was happening, the sword shrank in an instant and landed in the hand of one of the women.
The ninth-grade divine weapon vanished from the earth, leaving behind a vast chasm in the ground. It looked like a gateway to hell, and the enormous sword had been blocking it.