After several sharp sounds, the void before the Northern Abyss Kun had still not shattered completely, but Shen Luo's Minghong Battle Saber had exhausted its power and could penetrate no farther.
Even so, the sight greatly astonished the Northern Abyss Kun.
Before he could recover from his shock, however, an even more powerful streak of sword light slashed toward him, striking precisely where the saber light had landed. Its immense power pierced the void once more.
Crack, crack, crack!
Another succession of shattering sounds rang out, followed at last by an explosive crash.
Spatial fissures linked together, finally tearing apart all the overlapping layers of space. The sword light, though considerably weakened, at last ripped through the spatial barrier and struck the Northern Abyss Kun's head.
Boom!
The impact drove the Northern Abyss Kun's head sharply downward. Blood sprayed, scales flew from his previously smooth forehead, and a sword wound roughly a hundred feet long appeared.
The sword wound was not deep compared with the Northern Abyss Kun's enormous frame, but it still checked his charging body. Immediately afterward, a sea of crimson-gold flames reflected in his eyes.
Thirty Pure Yang Flying Swords had formed three Golden Light Sword Formations, advancing in the configuration of the Three Powers. Blazing flames mingled with keen sword qi as they closed in on the Northern Abyss Kun. The soaring temperature made even his enormous eyes flicker slightly.
Rumble!
Amid the thunderous collision, the Golden Light Sword Formations blazed brilliantly. Countless streaks of flaming sword light slashed at the Northern Abyss Kun's body. Within the searing blaze, the flame Sword Spirits revealed their true forms and turned into roaring flames, coiling around and surrounding him.
Clusters of scorching flames sought out the Northern Abyss Kun's wounds. The Vermilion Bird led the charge straight toward