At the rise of the Yi Yang Sword, Sword Qi bristled around Gathering Immortals Bridge like a field of jagged rocks, interlocking like dogs' teeth; then again, like a bamboo sea in an empty mountain, rustling and whispering. Beneath the rainbow light, more than a hundred hidden sword warriors stirred their Sword Qi and unfolded the Sea-Splitting Light Sword Formation.
The Sword Qi of this formation split and multiplied, nearly without end. Both offense and defense carried the might to move mountains and overturn seas. Pressed by the Sword Qi, the gray, murky dark light descending from above revealed its form. It charged left and right, yet could not enter the inner circle. Li Shan and Sun Jie were then drawn in by Gathering Immortals Bridge's rainbow light, vanishing without a trace.
When its strike failed, the gray, murky dark light tried to flee. But how could Peng Suo let it have its way? With a casual stroke of the Yi Yang Sword, the sea of Sword Qi seemed to rear into a massive wave, smashing down the gray light and shredding it cleanly in midair.
Though his counterattack had landed, Peng Suo's expression did not change. When the gray, murky light burst apart, he had clearly seen an ugly yet powerful shape emerge within it, impossible to distinguish as real or illusory. Nor was that the end of it. Though the gray light had been scattered, a cold and sinister chill still lingered in the void. Even as waves of Sword Qi surged over one another, they could not suppress it.
He knew that although the gray light's form was gone, its root remained. The Sea-Splitting Light Sword Formation's counterattack had still fallen short of complete success.
"Gathered, it becomes solid; scattered, it becomes void. So long as one