The sword strike was hundreds of millions of miles long, and its brilliant power poured out.
It was impossible for anyone to cause damage to any part of the world in the Great Yan Domain unless they were Yan Immortals.
Even Jian Wushuang had to borrow the power of the three Emperor Lords to destroy the river. The difficulty was obvious.
What kind of existence was this sword that had the power to destroy millions of miles of space?
"A bunch of ignorant people. Do you know that you have to protect the environment?" An extremely impatient voice resounded in the void.
Jian Wushuang looked at the source of the voice and saw a figure emitting a hazy brilliance standing in the distance. Even from such a distance, he could feel a supreme pressure that was beyond his knowledge.
However, the figure only appeared for a moment before it disappeared.