At that moment, Jiang Yun's gaze sharpened as he threw the longsword, still sheathed, upwards toward the firmament.
The scabbard was emitting endless sword light, rumbling loudly in the sky.
The scabbard descended slowly from the air, and behind it appeared the phantom of a longsword.
This longsword spanned across the entire sky; its hilt and tip reached the horizon, as if its length were pushing the limits of this world.
The entire firmament was filled with the sharp sword qi resonating, and even without leaving the sheath, the blade already held such power.
As Chaos tried to stand up, it was met with the boundless authority and sword qi of the longsword, continuously suppressing it.
No matter how it struggled, it couldn't escape.
In the valley, Xu Zimei and Jiang Yun stood facing each other.
Between them, Chaos was roaring and struggling.
