At this moment, within the cave mansion, Su Han's eyes flickered with light.
He also looked up at the black dot in the void, at the torn expanse of the azure sky, and a smile finally appeared on his pale face.
"Mid-Grade Earth Nether Level..."
Su Han took a deep breath and murmured softly, "With one-tenth of the sword body formed, an extreme point has transformed into black light, tearing through miles of azure sky, forcibly pulling down the curtain of night."
"Since that's the case, I shall name you..."
"Divine Blade—Extreme Night!"
"Clang!"
As soon as his words fell, the Long Knife trembled violently as if it had heard him.
There were continuous sounds of the blade singing, seemingly extremely pleased and excited.
Su Han extended his hand and gently touched the Sword Hilt.
The moment he grasped it, the vibration from the blade immediately ceased, and a mist of gray fog emerged from the blade, traveling up Su Han's palm and into his body.
