That dazzling sword strike reached Ultimate Sublimation. It seemed to come from nowhere, yet it carried Dao Rhyme—and a sense of something absolute, something perfect!
A sword rang out, and Sword Aura flashed across the sky toward the outstretched claw!
Slash...
In an instant, the razor-sharp Sword Aura severed the claw reaching out of the black hole!
Blood poured from the severed claw. Then a roar came from within the void. "Aah... What kind of Sword Aura is this? Why won't my hand heal? Aah..."
The pained roar continued. The claw fell, blood flowed, and the wound refused to heal!
The sight caught plenty of attention. The Primordial World had countless abilities and secret arts for repairing the body. In a fight, even a severed limb could usually be restored in an instant. Many body cultivators could even achieve Blood-Drop Rebirth!
Yet this unknown Great Power could not recover after the First Demon Venerable cut off his arm with a single stroke. That was strange indeed!
The First Demon Venerable offered no explanation. Fury filled his voice. "I explained everything in good faith, even revealing every secret of our race! But that does not mean I am weak or afraid! I only wanted everyone to know that the nine of us exist in the Primordial World—that our unusual race exists! If you take that for weakness, you will die!"
Cold menace filled his eyes. Sword Intent gathered, and he slashed at space!
Clang...
The Sword Aura rang out as it plunged into the depths of the black hole and entered that mysterious space!
A scream immediately came from within. "No... What kind of Sword Aura is this? What kind of Sword Dao? I can't dodge it or break it! Aah... What are you waiting for? Attack!"
Amid the screams, the