The chains and throwing knives initially protected the two of them.
But billions of stars burst into light, intricately blossoming, blooming, erasing themselves upon their bodies, as if to slash until the very end of time.
Defense became an exercise in futility.
An interminably drawn-out few seconds.
Countless starlights fell, the number of slashes unknown.
The darkness dispersed.
The broad stone wall three hundred meters across from the cliff had been cut into countless segments, slowly collapsing downward, emitting deafening roars.
Only a faint scent of blood remained in the breeze.
In front of this sword, the two of them had been reduced to nothingness!
However, Xiao Mengyu had no chance to catch her breath.
As the sword's radiance retracted, a figure fell from the cliff above, hovering midair.
It was a middle-aged man.
He stood there in midair, eyeing Xiao Mengyu, and said with a tone of regret,
