Feeling Song Qingruo's gaze and seeing her weak appearance, Xiao Han couldn't bear it any longer and subconsciously wanted to turn around. Hence, he looked ahead, at the center of the formation, and watched nervously.
As expected, the smoke and dust had dissipated, and Huo Changliu's figure appeared, still intact. He was standing on top of the altar. His face was pale as well. He seemed to be panting, looking a little weak.
However, a crimson longsword in his hand attracted a lot of attention. Crimson blood dripped from the longsword. It looked like the blood of gods and demons. It had a strange magical power that moved one's soul.
On the Sword of Buddha, a terrifying and suffocating aura spread out continuously. It rippled in all directions and affected everything in the area. It even distorted the surrounding Gen Qi flows and forcefully opened up a brand-new sword domain.
With just a glance, one could feel the power and might of the Sword of Buddha.
