On the battlefield, soaked in blood and echoing with deafening battle cries, endless baleful energy billowed like thick, dark ink.
The earth was stained crimson with blood, and corpses lay scattered haphazardly across the ground, some not yet fully dead, groaning in agony. The air was thick with the potent stench of blood and the suffocating aura of death.
At this critical juncture, the swirling baleful energy seemed drawn by some mysterious force, converging endlessly toward the Immortal-Slaying Sword in Tongtian's grasp.
Chapter 173