Sword Qi Rain & More Chaos

The unexpected silence was deafening. Gu Wei and Pan Zhen froze in place, their expressions locked in identical masks of horror.

The lifeless, bisected body of the loose cultivator lay crumpled on the blood-soaked ground, a haunting reminder of the unseen force that had struck him down a while ago.

The cruel satisfaction that had once lit their faces now evaporated, replaced by an icy dread that settled into their bones.

"This… what kind of power is this?" Gu Wei's voice quivered, the bravado from moments ago utterly shattered.

Pan Zhen did not reply. His gaze darted wildly around the battlefield, his fingers trembling against the hilt of his sword.

The oppressive force that had filled the air earlier was growing, its weight pressing down on them like a mountain.

Then, the sound came—low and ominous, a rumble that reverberated through the valley like the growl of an ancient beast awakening from its slumber.