The calamity winds stirred up by a historical event swept through this already shattered place, adding several shades of desolation and dust.
Amid the dust, a figure suddenly charged in with a crystal sword in hand.
At that moment, heaven and earth themselves seemed to become the other party's aid.
All calamities came to a complete halt.
The crystal sword held in one hand descended, its tip pointing at the ground.
The entire earth began to writhe along with the sword's tip.
Countless changes revolved around the sword.
Vislav, the Hidden Saint, and the others could not help but have their gazes drawn to that sword at this moment.
They lowered their eyes and stared at it intently.
Once this sword was unleashed, it would take lives.
It looked like a sword, yet Vislav could observe countless transformations of power within it. Naimus's terrifying Swordsmanship had been brought to its very limit at this moment.
The sword was the Humanity Domain, while beyond it was the Shattered Land, and beyond that were the Garden World and even the entire Fictional Space.
At this moment, all of these things served as mediums and gathered around this single sword.
From great to small, its power had not diminished in the slightest.
Then this sword was bound to be incomparably sharp.
If Naimus truly used its edge, space itself would probably be pierced through in an instant.
With the power of fate, Mokania as a forged divine weapon, and after Vislav had swallowed so many miniature troop types, his stats had increased considerably.
At this moment, his output had naturally exceeded ten thousand.
Yet when facing Naimus's sword, he did not feel very confident that he could block it.
Countless sensory abilities continued probing. Before the other party's sword struck, he wanted to