Outside the world.
The Tianqing Alliance Leader held a stone sword in his hand, from which an invisible force emanated, blocking the many injuries coming from all directions.
"Insects, you forced my hand."
In the distance, the Ancestral Demon Tree was furious—upon closer inspection, one could discern a faint sword mark on its trunk.
Clearly, in the recent battle with the Tianqing Alliance Leader, it had not only failed to gain the upper hand but had also suffered some losses.
"And what if I did force you?"
The Tianqing Alliance Leader kept a calm expression; the Ancestral Demon Tree inherently stood on the opposing side of Tianqing World—irreconcilable.
"Since that's the case..."
The Ancestral Demon Tree's countless black vines swayed, vaguely shifting the space of thousands of miles around it.
"What is this?"
The Tianqing Alliance Leader's expression changed slightly, as the surging demonic force was already coming at him tangibly.
"World Sword!"
