It had not been cleaved apart—it had been blasted apart.
The power of that sword qi was too terrifying. It had already surpassed the realm of a slash; it was pure, domineering, unquestionable destruction.
Tang Tian let out a strange cry, as if that sword had struck his own head, and staggered back two steps.
As he fell from beneath the battlements, Old Gu reached out and caught him.
Li Yu narrowed her eyes and looked out, only to see the soil across the thousand-mile wilderness splitting open as dust rose everywhere.
The earth trembled and wailed, as if it could not bear the pressure of that sword qi's aftermath.
At that moment, Old Gu suddenly cried out, "Holy shit!"
That "Holy shit!" coming from the old sword immortal who had guarded the beacon tower for a thousand years sounded especially jarring—and especially shocking.
The sword strike from the horizon had been so fast that it exceeded his imagination.
Its sword qi was even more magnificent, opening the eyes of an old sword immortal like him.
He had lived for a thousand years and seen countless masters of the sword, but such a domineering, sharp, unreasonable sword was something he had only seen once in his life.
He believed that if the demon army had been here at this moment, they would have fallen from their mounts one after another before such a strike.
Even if an army of a thousand thousand troops stood here, it would merely take a little more time—no army could contend with such a sword.
Too terrifying!
Yet it was not over.
"Chirp—"
A clear cry rang out, startling the heavens.
The cry was crisp and resounding, piercing through the roar of tribulation lightning and the rolling black clouds, reaching straight into the Ninth Heavens.