The earth cracked and the ground split. Boulders tumbled down, all of them falling into the chasm.
The fallen golden Ancient War Chariot lay beside the chasm, which stretched three to four kilometers wide. Two mangled Immortal Corpses had also fallen here. Their glowing Immortal Blood dripped out, drop by drop.
High up in the clouds, Wu Datong stared blankly at the scene, his mind a chaotic mess. He still couldn't figure out when he had ever met this terrifying Daoist!
Dozens of li away, Yan Huang patted his chest, his heart still racing with fear. His gaze instinctively shifted toward the old Daoist.
The old Daoist held a five-sectioned, five-ringed Three-sided Sword. With his eyelids lowered, he stood without a word, his entire being shrouded in a dim, spectral aura. Above his head, the three illusory Cosmoses emanated an immense, oppressive pressure!
