Fang Fan said no more.
With a push from the ground, he shot skyward like a white streak. The Dark Thunder Purple Wings snapped open behind him as he drew his sword. The instant the blade left its sheath, even the wind seemed to stop.
"Break."
No gathering strength. No opening stance. He simply raised his arm in midair and slashed down.
Purple-black and crimson light spilled from the Netherworld Sword. At first, the sword beam was razor-thin, but it swelled the moment it left the blade. In the blink of an eye, it became a hundred-zhang arc, like a blade of light hurled down from the heavens. It struck the fissure between the two black cliffs head-on.
The cliffs split apart. Stone fragments filled the air. That blood-red fissure, once only a few zhang wide, was torn open by the strike, exposing a vast breach that slanted deep underground.
In the darkness, dozens of gatekeeper knights formed entirely from baleful energy had just charged out. Before anyone could make out their faces, the shock wave from the sword beam swallowed them.
Their baleful energy scattered like smoke, their armor crumpled like paper, and before they could even scream, they became wisps of red vapor blown away in the depths of the fissure.
Fang Fan put away his sword and stepped into the newly opened breach without looking back.
The army surged in behind him like a tide. Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo each led elite troops down the eastern and western passages. Low cries of battle rolled through the underground tunnels like thunder beneath the earth.
Bibi Dong and the six women followed close behind.
Slaughter City's outer defenders collapsed completely. The strongest among them were merely Fallen Ones steeped in baleful energy who had reached Soul Saint. Without