The smell of blood filled the air and spread throughout the area.
Huo Changliu turned around and saw a huge wave of vital energy rushing towards him. It was scouring the spell formation and looked like it was about to break it open.
The scene in front of him was shocking. The Sword Tomb was a small world left behind by the Tengu Sword Sovereign. Although the power within was not too strong, it was not weak either.
With the size of the small world, even if it only used less than one percent of its power, it was enough to suppress everything.
At least before the Nascent Soul Stage, there was no chance of survival under this kind of attack.
Thinking of this, Huo Changliu's face turned green.
"Damn you, Xiao Han!"
