With Wu Jinliang's current Advanced Martial cultivation, a punch against the cliff could have produced the same effect. But with a saber, the force was too narrowly focused to cause damage across such a broad area. That should have been impossible unless something was wrong with the stone itself.
But there was nothing wrong with the hardness of the stone here. He had dug a cave into it with his own hands.
Besides, whether using a saber or a sword, the more concentrated the force of a slash, the better. If its power spread out like this, it would defeat the purpose of using such weapons.
Yet he had just taken one of Chuntian's slashes and felt its power clearly. There had been no sign of its attack power dropping sharply from dispersal. If anything, the strike had felt even stronger-and Chuntian had said he had used only thirty percent of his strength.
Now he was a little bewildered too, unable to make heads or tails of this saber technique of Chuntian's.
Shi Chun stood motionless before the huge hole, saber in hand, silently reflecting on how the power of that slash had erupted.
The instant he swung the blade shrouded in hazy green mist with all his strength, it was like a saber sweeping through water and trailing countless eddies. The green mist transformed into innumerable miniature tornadoes, which in turn stirred up that pale turquoise substance.
That was right: the hazy green mist could touch the underlying color in the Right-Eye Illusory World, stirring it up and sweeping it into the tornadoes. Once the two colors churned together, the tornadoes seemed to ignite at once, turning scarlet tinged with black-an eerie-looking color.
The pointed bottoms of the tornadoes were pitch-black, while their flaring tails were scarlet.
The instant