The gales of Sword Burial Abyss swirled with a rust-iron stench, grinding like the dead bones of ten thousand ghosts.
Jiang Feng stood at the edge of the precipice, his black robes snapping wildly in the wind. The Chaos Fire in his palm flickered, coalescing into a mutilated nine-petaled fire lotus. At the bottom of the abyss, one hundred thousand ancient swords sensed the aura of the stellar core, their buzzing rising like a tidal wave that shook loose gravel from the cliff face.
"We lost nineteen men three days ago; today we must pay with our lives to plug the eye of the formation." Dugu Yan traced the shattered blade of her dagger, dark blood seeping through the bandages—wounds corroded by star-iron chains. Beside her, Tuoba Honglian's coiling dragon staff was wrapped entirely in blood-soaked linen, half a Soul-Devouring Nail still embedded in its charred tip.
Chapter 682