Sun Lang sat cross-legged on the ground as the pervasive, murderous blades of light continuously streaked toward him, crashing against the spiritual shield formed by his Soul-Stabilizing Mirror.
As time wore on, the once-dazzling white light of the mirror gradually faded, dimming from vibrant to dull. After half a day, the light had become flickering and unstable. Sun Lang’s eyes were filled with bloody tears; throughout these long hours, he had watched as the remains of his fellow junior disciples were ruthlessly shredded into dust by the interwoven blades of sword energy.
He clenched his fists tightly, forced to watch everything unfold while remaining utterly helpless. Only a short while ago, they had been laughing and talking side by side—a warmth that seemed to still linger in his ears. In the blink of an eye, everything had changed, leaving behind only a few illusory, wandering soul fragments trapped within the restrictive array, forever unable to touch one another again.
Chapter 80