The deep sea trembles, the void wails.
In all the heavens and the Eight Desolates, infinite dragon might and demon power ripple, suffocating all who feel it.
Ye Chen's face darkens as he tightly grips the Slaughter Sword, ready to strike, but suddenly, the sword erupts with a dazzling crystalline light, undergoing an uncanny transformation as it wildly absorbs the surrounding Dragon Evil Qi.
Within this deep sea, who knows how many Stellar Swords have fallen.
Each dragon corpse carries a stunning amount of spiritual pressure and resentment.
And at this very moment, the Slaughter Sword in Ye Chen's hand undergoes a mutation.
The blood dragon's scarlet dust divine bloodline, containing Dragon Evil Qi, fervently converges towards the sword's blade.
The previously blood-red seawater rapidly transforms to a cerulean hue.
The bloodthirsty scent that hung in the air quickly dissipates as well.
Now, Ye Chen breathes in a cool, refreshing air.
