Strange Sword Beam

Right then, it was as if the atmosphere surrounding Zhao Yin thickened with an almost palpable sense of dread.

The once-steady rhythm of his heart now felt erratic, as though each beat was struggling to sustain his very existence.

His body, which had once been fueled by the overwhelming power of his Black Veil Domain, now felt foreign, distant, as if it no longer belonged to him.

The world around him seemed to be fading into a blurry haze, his senses slipping like sand through his fingers. Every breath felt labored, every movement sluggish, as if he were trapped in a nightmare from which he couldn't awaken.

A quick glance around confirmed his worst fear: the three cultivators—the Green Blade Sect disciples and the loose cultivator—had closed in on him with ease.