Boom!
Countless cracks split open across the firmament. Even incomplete, the power of an entire world was beyond what these beings—who had yet to step into the imperial domain—could withstand.
Blood blossoms burst one after another in the void, terrifying waves of divine energy sweeping in every direction.
Crack—
The giant scythe in the tall man's hands snapped in two. His chest shattered, his heart crushed to powder, blood spraying across the sky.
His blood did not fall to the ground either. Instead, it gradually mingled in midair, mysterious patterns of the Dao flowing through it.
With the power of heaven and earth burning to strengthen her, Shi Lan's combat prowess had undergone a qualitative leap. She had faintly broken through a barrier, with one foot already crossing into an entirely new domain.
The native beings who had attacked her were no match at all. In the span of a short tea break, she had cut them all down beneath her halberd.
In midair, the blood gradually mingled. In the end, an invisible force drew it into the giant scythe, which had broken into two pieces.
The giant scythe slowly melted and shrank, eventually turning into a crimson scrap of iron about the size of her palm.
After putting away the Crimson Crow War Halberd, Shi Lan reached out and took the iron scrap in her hand, studying it closely.
Several lines of text were engraved on the fragment. They were ancient Demon Race characters, a script Shi Lan knew well. Qing Lan had long since integrated into the Demon Race and was thoroughly familiar with their writings.
There was too little information in these two lines of ancient text, and they were too obscure to decipher. Shi Lan could glean nothing useful from them, though they appeared to be