The next moment, sky-piercing saber qi had already stirred up waves of air thousands of yards high.
Xu Zimo merely waved a hand.
He did not need to draw his saber at all. Overlord Shadow flew straight from its sheath.
Its razor-sharp saber qi was like a universe that had shattered the heavens.
It turned the saber qi into a galactic river that poured down from the ninth heavens.
This was a saber strike that had spanned eternity.
An irresistible, heaven-shaking, earth-rending strike.
As countless giants roared, heaven and earth trembled.
But when this strike fell, its momentum instantly suppressed every giant.
With a boom.
The explosion from this strike was not particularly violent.
It did not even possess the earth-shattering force everyone had imagined.
This strike was more like a gentle rain that moistened all things without a sound.
Before anyone could react, it had already fallen.
Because this strike was simply too fast.
When a strike was so fast that neither the mortal eye nor the divine soul could perceive it, one could imagine just how terrifying it was.
Even the giants themselves, as those directly involved, had failed to react.
As they roared and charged toward Xu Zimo.
Their enormous bodies came thundering forward.
But as they ran, they suddenly discovered that their bodies had been split in two.
A saber mark appeared across their waists.
In an instant, every giant had been severed at the waist.
The strike had been too fast. Their sight had not caught up, and even their bodies' sense of pain had yet to react.
But once they realized they had been cut in half, the pain of their torn bodies surged forth all at once.
At that moment, countless giants screamed miserably.
Corpses carpeted the ground, their internal organs, intestines, and