Swish, swish, swish...
Countless blood-red saber auras cleaved through the void like schools of fish swimming upstream, instantly striking the vast, surging tribulation lightning.
BOOM!!!
The earth-shaking blast trembled through space. The powerful impact rippled outward in crystal-clear waves, sweeping in every direction. Wherever it reached, all things were annihilated, as if it could effortlessly destroy an entire world.
A continuous series of cracks rang out. Ten thousand saber auras shattered in an instant, but the tribulation lightning rolled on, still crashing down.
Pei Ling stood at the center of the tribulation lightning, his Xuan Shan fluttering wildly. Warm liquid dripped constantly from the hem of his clothes. Bathed in blood, he gripped the Nine Souls Blade and fearlessly slashed at the descending lightning.
Purple and cyan light flickered. Trillions upon trillions of thunderclaps surged one after another, like a thousand armies and ten thousand steeds charging across the sky.
In a mere instant, Pei Ling had unleashed countless strikes. Vast white light swelled and exploded, roaring through every inch of the void. The terrifying thunder was all scattered!
Humm...
The blade rang out like a howl, killing intent sweeping across the entire scene.
Pei Ling's entire right arm had long since gone numb. Blood streamed from his right hand, staining the blade red.
Paying no heed to his wounds, he kept swinging. The cold edge flashed, overlapping in a continuous blur as it blossomed in every direction.
His Immortal position and the Great Dao of "Origin" unfolded in quick succession. Their formidable power filled the space, gradually holding back the fierce onslaught of tribulation lightning pouring down.
Taking advantage of this moment, Pei Ling freed his left hand and immediately formed an ancient seal, its aura weathered by the ages. His voice boomed with grandeur: "Ten Thousand Feet of