The sword was in the black golden sheath, and no one could see the sharp blade within nor recognize it.
But the moment the sword was drawn, the most unique and unparalleled sound of the sword filled the air, resembling the cry of a hawk from a cliff, reverberating throughout the ancient depths of the Abyss.
It was a sound that towered above the ten thousand swords of the mortal world.
After the red lightning dispersed, a heavy rain fell from the sky, extinguishing the thunder fires on the ancient trees.
The corner of the Barrier that had burst open slowly closed and healed, and the rain, unaffected by the Barrier, fell into this space, drenching everyone's clothes.
Yin Tiger seemed somewhat disgusted by the rain in the mortal world, uttered a low moan, turned into a streak of light, and entered the Glazed Umbrella, disappearing from sight.
The falling rain spread concentric ripples densely over the surface of the lake.
