The aftershocks of the clash spread farther and farther. Even the ground beneath Heyang City, where Shi Yongheng stood, began to tremble.
Time slowly passed, and this battle between righteousness and evil had already lasted for one shichen.
Above the Sea of Clouds atop Tongtian Peak in the Qingyun Mountain range, a place once like an immortal paradise was now completely shrouded in black clouds. The stench of blood permeated the air, and even the ethereal white clouds seemed to have turned a shocking dark red.
Countless figures flashed beneath this vast and eerie black canopy, racing and fighting to the death. Blades gleamed and swords flashed, blood splattered, and the strange lights of magical treasures flickered wildly. Miserable screams and piercing howls rose one after another, while showers of blood, severed arms, and mangled limbs frequently flew through the air. The scene was horrific beyond measure.
Just as the Daoist was about to lose, a dazzling seven-colored radiance shot into the sky from Tongtian Peak's Back Mountain. A stone sword flew toward the Daoist. He tossed aside the Seven-Star Sword and seized the stone sword's hilt.
Seven-colored light burst forth from the entire Tongtian Peak, and a sword intent capable of destroying everything soared into the heavens.
The Zhu Xian Sword Formation had been activated. Wounds inflicted by Jade Dynasty would never heal.
A murderous stillness filled heaven and earth, as though time itself had frozen for an instant.
With a flash of brilliant light, sword intent surged to the heavens. Time across the Qingyun Mountain range seemed to pause as everyone looked up at the sky.
Dazzling radiance illuminated the vast land.
The stone sword was now embedded in the demon shadow's chest. Demonic energy churned around its body as it freed one hand to strike at the