The ripping sound emanating from the direction of the Holy Hall reverberated across the chaotic battlefield.
Everyone turned their heads simultaneously.
They saw Master White Crane's black cloak fluttering backward in the fierce wind!
Ren Zhong stepped into the magnificent and splendid Holy Hall, leaving only a desolate silhouette.
Countless Sword Intents flashed through the void like threads, slicing through his skin and flesh; with each step, a crimson blood line fell to the ground, merging with the blood patterns on the floor of the Holy Hall's Secret Tomb, spreading... The swirling cloak was soon torn to shreds by the sharp Sword Intent, turning into fragmented paper scraps in the air.
Ren Zhong released the [Soul Sea] once more.
But this time, under the oppressive power of the Tao Stele, the Dao Domain of the [Soul Sea] was compressed into a narrow area of only ten zhang in radius.
This withered and desolate figure.
