Sword Light was like rain, its sharpness like a tide, and the breath of death approached in an unprecedented manner.
But it was in this instant, faced with the countless Heart Swords slashing down toward him, that An Jing's eyes widened. Deep within his golden-red True Spirit Eyes, faint shadows of the Armillary Sphere Shadow could be seen revolving!
Grasping Heavenly Moment turned, he took a deep breath, a breath, endlessly drawing breath until the Qi Force within his body tumbled and burned, rotating and compressing at twice the speed.
It was only a moment.
In Fu Zheng'an's eyes, An Jing's body underwent a baffling drastic change.
His originally pitch-black hair, smooth as a raven's feathers, suddenly withered, and his eyes, ablaze with Flame Thunder Light, dimmed.
His Blood Qi decayed, his Essence Qi as if nonexistent, and the vigor of his body that once seemed like a charge of thousands of troops began to hunch, even his skin losing its luster and elasticity.
