Li Fan pointed both hands toward Jian Yi, and the myriad streams of Sword Aura poured into the broken sword, as though an ancient Sword Array had been activated. Waves of Sword Veil spread outward in all directions, a chilling will to slaughter sweeping across the Sky, as if dragging people onto some primordial battlefield.
He stretched out his palm and gripped the hilt. In that instant, it was as if he himself had stepped into that ancient battlefield, facing the encirclement and slaughter of heroes from all sides.
The sword rang with a clear, resounding clang, as though it possessed a soul of its own.
"Om..."
At this moment, a terrifying aura surged down from the distant high heavens. Li Fan raised his head, and saw someone wielding a Divine Brush, drawing toward him. An ink‑black, slaughter‑laden sword scar cleaved through the void, hacking down in an instant, like a fissure tearing open in the sky.
