Jian Wushuang's sword pierced through the fabric of space, heading directly for the Imperial Annihilation Formation.
Thud!
The blood-colored flying sword sliced through the Imperial Annihilation Formation, halting right in front of Yang Dingtian. The sword's shape dissolved into a mist, revealing the last appearance of Rain Empress Tianjun.
Then, it shattered.
Before it broke apart, her crimson lips slightly parted as if she were about to say something. But when she opened her mouth, no sound emerged.
Staring at the fading blood-colored figure and the enraged Imperial Annihilation Formation after the sneak attack, Yang Dingtian felt a sharp pain surge through his head. The unbearable feeling ripped through his entire body, and the anger he had been suppressing for so long finally erupted.
"No!"
His heart-wrenching roar shook the heavens, draining the world of its colors.