There were no screams, no thunderous blasts, not even the sound of impact.
In the garden that had already turned white, every sound was drowned beneath the long hiss of the cold gleam tearing through the air, becoming the sole embellishment to the bizarre scene before them.
As the distortion of space at the garden's edge steadily intensified, the Heavy Artifact Sect cultivators had already adjusted their formation. Two took the lead, three stood in the middle, and four brought up the rear, forming a tower formation suited for gathering strength against a single target.
Yet the instant the cold gleam swept past, the two armored cultivators at the front were severed into four pieces. The true Baleful Intent guarding their bodies and the glowing walls of talisman patterns were utterly useless. The javelins they had thrown earlier were likewise sliced into several segments. Like dead wood crumbling before a gale, the cold gleam passed through the remains without the slightest pause, maintaining its original diagonal path as it pierced through the entire formation—anything standing along that slanting line was cut in two, without exception!
Elder Ma stood in the center. His vision was a sheet of blood-red, the result of his companions' abundant blood and qi spraying out without warning or restraint, staining his black heavy armor the same color. Even through the thick metal, he seemed able to feel that scorching heat, along with the bone-piercing chill of razor-sharpness.
The cold gleam brushed past the edge of Elder Ma's armor, split some unlucky fellow in the rear row in half, then continued onward until it vanished into the more distant void.
"Ah, ah..."
He opened his mouth, yet did not know what he ought to say. An immense sense of absurdity bound Elder Ma hand and foot. He