The black tornado tore through the sky and the galaxy.
The old sword immortal had finally managed to trap Shen Tianzhao, but he was attacked from both inside and outside.
No matter how unwilling he was, he could only dodge the sneak attack of the Mountain Chieftain of Yan Ranshan to avoid being attacked from both sides.
However, as soon as the old sword immortal stepped aside, blood-red sunlight immediately shot out from the celestial river.
The blood-red sun and the pitch-black gale sandwiched the already dim Milky Way.
But soon, a clear crane cry sounded from afar.
At the same time, a gust of wind appeared on the battlefield.
A cool breeze blew, and the black tornado instantly dissipated.
Chen Luoyang looked over from afar and thought to himself that it was indeed true.
