Xu Zimo walked step by step toward Myriad Weapons Ridge.
His footsteps were light.
Even his figure looked utterly ordinary.
It was as though no one cared about him amid the battle of tens of thousands.
But when Xu Zimo slowly raised his hands.
Heaven-shaking blade aura split the firmament in two.
He spread his arms, as if embracing the heavens and the blade light.
At that moment, the armies of tens of thousands, who had been locked in battle, seemed to realize something.
They all halted their movements and looked toward Xu Zimo.
Then, with an angry roar.
They all charged at Xu Zimo.
"Rumble, rumble."
Heaven-shaking explosions rang out between heaven and earth.
Even the sky that echoed through the clouds seemed as though it would be overturned by those violent roars.
At that moment, Xu Zimo raised his hand.
In an instant, blade aura crisscrossed the sea of clouds, sweeping across the void with an unstoppable force that crushed dry weeds and rotten wood.
The army of tens of thousands was like ripe wheat in a field.
Harvested away by a machine.
They looked so fragile, so utterly unable to withstand a single blow.
When the blade aura descended, it was like ripples upon the sea, so gentle and silent.
But at the instant the blade aura truly fell.
The waves surged, and heaven and earth overturned.
Like an enraged ocean, it could drown everything in the world.
"Boom..."
Tens of thousands of soldiers, tens of thousands of heads.
In a single instant, every head fell to the ground.
One corpse after another collapsed, unwilling yet helpless.
Xu Zimo sneered.
"The dead should lie properly beneath the ground and die properly."
"If the dead insist on making trouble, wouldn't this world be thrown into chaos?"
The sight