When that slash was unleashed, the world first lost all sound.
It did not fade, nor was it drowned out by some colossal noise. It was as though someone had pressed the universe's mute button.
Luo Yinglong's open mouth remained frozen in the shape of a shout, yet he could not hear the air tearing through his own throat.
The wind, the explosions, the rushing torrents of energy—everything was stripped away.
In their place came a low-frequency hum, one that nearly resonated his internal organs into powder.
It was the groan emitted when Tiger Soul's blade tore through space itself.
Then, the natural disaster descended.
The sinister blade aura did not surge upward, but downward, cleaving into the earth.
Just like the name of this strike—
A bottomless rift began at Zheng Zha's landing point and crazily extended into the distance.
It was no ordinary crack, but the wail and rupture of tectonic plates.
Like black lightning, the fissure raced across the plains, swallowing mountains, tearing apart rivers, and reducing everything solid to dust.
Its devastation stretched for a thousand miles, its destructive power comparable to a magnitude-ten super earthquake.
What made everyone's scalp tingle even more was that this world-destroying force was restrained by an almost artistic degree of control.
All the energy, all the destruction, was precisely concentrated within that narrow blade scar before being poured entirely onto Zheng Zha's replica.
Not the slightest trace of energy spilled toward Luo Yinglong and the others.
Zhang Jie subconsciously let out a whistle, then felt that whistling was somewhat inappropriate in this situation and swallowed the sound back down.
Zhan Lan and the rest of the team wore expressions of awe, but not much surprise.
After Zhang Qi's inhumanly brutal training, coupled with the heavenly treasures within the Shangri-La secret