At a glance.
Under this sword, the sky and desert were both torn apart, with two fissures parallel to each other, as if that sword pierced through above and shattered below.
A storm rose at this moment, swirling with dense dust and sand, dancing all over the sky.
The sound howled, echoing in Su Han's ears.
He lifted his head, staring ahead.
The figure had disappeared, and what was left in his vision was only this scene of desert destruction and void being torn apart.
This scene rapidly expanded, and before he knew it, it had come right to Su Han.
Yet, on top of the Bagua, a light barrier appeared, blocking all this.
At this moment, Su Han felt as if he was in a giant vortex of sand and dust, surrounded by whistling wind and sand, all blurred.
Su Han understood, this second Art of the Supreme must be that sword.
But he didn't know the name of that sword.
He closed his eyes, calmed his heart, and despite the wind and sand howling outside, Su Han remained unmoved.
