The phantom in the sky disappeared like this, with the darkness enveloping this place torn apart from the middle first, and then instantly shattered!
The narrow eyes in the sky descended with a domineering gaze, and under this one sword, they couldn't hold on for even a second.
Perhaps he is indeed a high-ranking being, perhaps he is indeed abnormally powerful. But the phantom is ultimately a phantom, and the gentleman only needs to write a single character to easily break it open.
After breaking the virtual shadow, the character [Sword] on the sword body of [Sound of Slow Motion] began to fade.
It was already emitting golden sparks, and now it had dispersed into a sky full of golden specks.
The darkness was torn apart, and the golden specks accompanied the radiant sunlight pouring in, bringing a wave of warmth.
The previous feelings of coldness, discomfort, and fear were all gone, replaced by a perfectly pleasant sense of comfort.
