"Hoo... hoo..."
The violent and ferocious storm was like a sandstorm in the Gobi Desert, directly rising tens of thousands of feet, filled with a bloodthirsty and cannibalistic aura.
The storm, stirred by the gigantic pillar of light, shattered the air, the scene looking as if the very space was breaking apart, akin to a celestial battle among gods.
The wild aura emitted by the massive storm caused the space to ripple, while an invisible force swept madly in all directions.
Under this fierce gust, everyone felt as if countless icy blades were slapping against their faces, making them involuntarily squint their eyes.
At this moment, Ye Xunhuan's eyes were also squinted, a cold gleam shot out, and his face was filled with gravity.
He sensed a breath of death, a strong and thick unease from the Yata no Kagami.
In the next moment, Ye Xunhuan shouted lowly: "The sword of the great river descends from the heavens!"
