Rumble—
Clouds stirred in all directions; winds rose from every quarter!
The Spirit Energy of heaven and earth within a hundred li instantly boiled over, as if answering an invisible command, transforming into torrents of cyan light visible to the naked eye, roaring and surging...
It was forcibly drawn from mountains and rivers, from the void, even from the radiance of the Magic Treasures wielded by the demonic cultivators, flooding madly toward his palm.
The speed at which the Spirit Energy gathered was simply horrifying, so much so that it produced a roar like a tsunami. Its brilliance even eclipsed the eerie demonic light emitted by the demonic cultivators' joint array.
Boundless Spirit Energy compressed, condensed, and collapsed wildly above his palm...
At its core burst forth a dazzling spiritual radiance that no one could bear to look at directly.
In the blink of an eye, a longsword had already condensed into being. Its entire body resembled flawless crystal, yet its edge flowed like liquid cyan light. Profound Dao patterns naturally formed across the blade, flickering in and out of sight.
It seemed to rest quietly in Cheng Buzheng's palm, yet it exuded an ultimate sharpness capable of severing all things and shattering every law.
There was no earth-shaking spectacle, but everyone who saw this sword...
Whether the White Cloud Sect disciples nervously watching the battle within the Great Array, or the three Devil Lords hurriedly forming their array, felt an instinctive, bone-deep chill rise from the depths of their souls.
As though it was not a sword at all, but heavenly punishment already hanging above their heads, about to descend.
Cheng Buzheng curled his five fingers slightly and gently gripped the hilt.
The howling gale of Spirit Energy between heaven and earth abruptly fell still.
All sound and light