Yin Rou's suspicions persisted, but the scene unfolded regardless!
With the Demonic Sword on his back and the Heaven Asking Sword in hand, Zhu Youji stood surrounded by segments of space twisted and distorted, emanating an air of despair, desolation, and decadence.
From these distorted spaces extended tendrils of deathly black sword energy, resembling spirits from an alternate dimension, laden with despair and fear.
The martial artists trembled in fear, none daring to approach. Even Master Liaozheng, at the pinnacle of the ninth rank, wore a solemn expression, cautioning others to maintain distance and remain vigilant against the perilous sword energy.
"Indeed, Master Liaozheng!"
Many nodded in agreement, inching closer to seek refuge in the face of crisis, an instinct of humanity.