"Roar—!!!"
The True Dragon cried out in agony, shaking the heavens and the earth, as intense sound waves rippled through the air, distorting it into concentric ripples and waves.
From below, Xue Jing, although it would still take about twenty seconds for the sound to reach him, raised an eyebrow:
"Stop shouting."
With a thought, his spiritual aura, attached to the Shadow Flame, remotely transferred to the Zhao Ye Blade hovering ten thousand meters above, as if the void itself had cracked open, dark thunder emerged around the Zhao Ye Blade.
As if held by an invisible swordsman, the tip of the Zhao Ye Blade slightly lifted, tilting upward, paused slightly, then suddenly swung!
Yuhua·Divine Avoidance!
A swift horizontal slash from left to right, the spiritual aura-formed dark thunder lingered in the void, creating an appearance from afar as if the space itself was cleaved into two, opening a dark rift.
