In front of me, beyond the swirling fog, there was nothing. This fog, mixed with spiritual power, held profound mysteries; Chen Xingshan tried walking a few steps but suddenly couldn't tell north from south.
A faint fear suddenly arose from the depths of her heart and was impossible to dispel. She cursed, "Little bastard! Dead bitch! Come out if you have the guts and face your death!"
What answered her was the buzzing sound of breaking the sky coming from the fog!
From within the dense fog, suddenly a platinum giant blade, about a zhang high, shot out, resembling an axe or halberd, heavy yet inescapably sharp, splitting apart the massive rocks in its path with a touch.
Great Gold Qi Blade!
