The bone sword collided with the great sun.
It seemed as if space itself was becoming distorted, San Yan's bone sword struggling inch by inch to slice into the great sun.
Slowly yet firmly cutting down towards Jiang Yuan.
Sang Yan could feel his bone sword under the engulfment of this great sun, continuously being melted by it.
Nevertheless, Sang Yan didn't have any intention of retreating.
He could feel the terror of the great sun that enveloped Jiang Yuan.
Located under this great sun, sun divine fire continuously arose on his white bones, which he extinguished, only for them to rise again. Like bone-deep ulcers, they could not be eradicated.
Particularly as his body's injuries had not yet recovered, this unceasing erosion distracted him, causing the speed of his recovery to be extremely slow.
"Roar——"
Suddenly, a ghastly roar resounded from the depth of hell from the bone dharma-nature.
