This heartbeat echoed like thunder.
It suddenly ignited the silence.
Chen Yuanshan abruptly released the sword's hilt, yet the Blood Filth Cross Sword remained inverted in the ground.
The sword's body continued to buzz incessantly.
Viscous blood light flowed on the cross embossed on the sword like a living creature.
Chen Yuanshan's figure swayed, lifted into the air without support.
Sitting cross-legged in the void.
His head slightly bowed as he rapidly began chanting a string of obscure syllables.
Buzz——
Blinding blood light.
Suddenly erupted from Chen Yuanshan's body.
Like a tangible wave, it instantly swept through the entire hall.
Whoosh——
The accumulation of countless years of pale ash on the ground stirred with the wind.
Like a white sandstorm rising in reverse.
Countless ash particles frantically gathered, shaping.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
A chilling sound of bone friction densely arose.
Under Fang Qingyu's calm and unperturbed gaze.
