Above the deserted island, ShiYan was crazily laughing. The mysterious god sword in his hand swung up and the sharp blood light quickly hacked down on the opposite mountain. The blood light minced the mountain as if it smashed a piece of tofu, splitting it into two halves. The mountain collapsed shortly after.
Holding the mysterious giant sword in his hand, ShiYan felt a wonderful pleasure as if he was grasping the whole world. His forces spread out, and the scene appeared clearly in his soul consciousness. He couldn’t suppress the desire of destroying all creatures, regretting not being able to kill everything with just one slash.
It was an indescribable joy.
From a distance, two Sky Realm warriors had been lucky enough not to be killed under ShiYan’s sword. They were wearing panicked looks on their faces and didn’t have the courage to take actions anymore, not daring to come closer as they felt extremely insecure.
