Although E-xi did not know even the most basic swordsmanship, bolstered by a terrifying life force, even a pig could fly.
E-xi thrust out a sword, and the sky filled with a greyish-white hue. The heavens and earth seemed transformed into a barren wilderness; flying sands and rolling stones raged, eroding the world day after day.
This was one of the true meanings of destruction—wearing away.
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