Third Severing!
The mist sent the sound of his voice throughout the lands of South Heaven, and then it, along with the contraction of the mist, was sucked back in. In the end, the mist was formed into a Mist Blade, and Meng Hao's voice echoed above the battlefield in shocking fashion.
The Mist Blade looked ordinary in every aspect.
It was made from nothing but mist, and yet that mist… was formed by a great Dao that had reached an utmost purity! Inside of that blade was the distillation of the entirety of the great Dao that had descended!
That blade didn't just contain the mist from before, all of the obscurity that had existed in the sky had been turned into countless amorphous strands of power that joined the mist in transforming into the enormous blade.
It was a blade, and it was a Dao!
It was a mist, and it was enlightenment!
It was a Mist Blade, and it was Dao enlightenment!
SEVER!
