The third layer of Mist Rain Town was vast and boundless, as if it had no end.
But if one were to shrink it to the size of a chessboard, it would become apparent that the entire Mist Rain Town was actually shaped like a twelve-pointed star, with each tip seemingly equidistant from the others.
The northernmost tip.
The air was thick with sharp energy, and countless swords and blades could be faintly seen crisscrossing the sky. Ordinary folks would be shredded to bits in an instant upon arriving here, and even peak Earth Immortals had to muster all their strength just to withstand the pressure.
However, the three individuals seated here not only felt no difficulty but seemed to actually enjoy it, as if the sharp energy was but nourishment to them. With every breath they took, the clashing sounds of countless swords resonated, transforming the area into an ocean of blades.
"Truly worthy of being the top Sword Emperor of the Daxia Dynasty, impressive!"
