The sky had fallen.
The colossal, blood-red eye that had taken up half the sky didn't explode in a cataclysmic blast after being pierced by that sliver of gray-white Sword Intent.
Instead, like glass struck by a sledgehammer, it instantly shattered into a billion flecks of dark red light.
The terrifying pressure that had made bones creak and groan vanished in an instant.
In its place, a rain began to fall.
A rain of light composed of the purest Spiritual Energy and fragments of high-dimensional laws.
"Cough… Ahem, cough…"
Han Feng, leaning on the hilt of his broken longsword, knelt on one knee amidst the devastated streets.
He was a miserable sight to behold.
Blood streamed from his seven orifices, the flesh of his right arm was torn open to reveal gleaming white bone fragments, and fine beads of blood seeped from every pore on his body.
