This was a desolate, silent world, plunged in darkness without the light of day. A dense black mist enveloped everything between heaven and earth. Wang Xiu looked around, seemingly unable to spot a single trace of life.
This place… such a potent aura of death?
A look of shock flashed through his eyes. Here, between heaven and earth, it seemed that the auras of all other laws had become extremely weak, even difficult to perceive. There was only the intent of death, and it was unmistakably clear.
Wang Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly. As he lifted his hand, the Asura Heaven Punishment Sword unsheathed, sending a dazzling beam of sword energy straight into the sky, piercing the fog. With Wang Xiu's current Cultivation Level and mastery of the Sword Dao, a casual strike could easily reach ten thousand miles. But now, in this eerie environment, that sword energy seemed to be continuously eroded by the endless black mist, dissipating into nothing after traveling only several hundred miles.
