This Ten-Thousand-Zhang Ocean Trench, where light could scarcely reach.
In his eyes, it had become an ideal place to temper his sword intent and condense demon blood.
The pressure in the pitch-black seawater was immense.
Ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators would struggle even to move here.
Only scattered patches of strange, faintly glowing algae occasionally illuminated this world.
Any member of the Demon Race capable of surviving here was far from easy prey.
Their strength generally reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment, or even its peak.
Eternal darkness and deathly silence surrounded him.
The tremendous water pressure constantly squeezed his protective gang qi, making faint creaking sounds.
Here.
The slightest movement could attract deadly hunters.
"Roar!"
A thunderous, muffled roar shook the currents.
A mountain-sized Dragon Ao, clad in heavy bone armor, charged out of the darkness.
Its scarlet eyes locked onto Xu Xuan, this "uninvited guest."
Its aura had actually reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and its swinging pincers could easily tear apart high-grade Dharma Artifacts.
"Perfect timing!"
Xu Xuan's gaze was icy. He neither dodged nor retreated.
The Blood Shadow Sword hovered before him, its blade trembling and radiating an aura of annihilation. He used no flashy sword moves, instead driving his true intent to its utmost, until a dark current seemed to coil around the blade.
He held two fingers together like a sword and pointed forward.
The Blood Shadow Sword shot out silently.
Rather than thrusting straight ahead, it spun rapidly around the Dragon Ao.
Streaks of gray-black sword fiend clung like bone-gnawing maggots.
They constantly eroded and wore away that seemingly indestructible bone armor.
The Dragon Ao roared repeatedly, its surging demonic power stirring up terrifying undercurrents.
Yet it struggled to track the sword fiend's movements.
"Hiss!" Under the sword fiend's corrosion, the