At that moment, the netherworld surged, churning out sinister, bone-chilling gusts of wind. Ghostly wails and howls echoed to the high heavens, sounding like the shrieks of vengeful spirits—utterly terrifying. The Immortal Sword descended alongside this gloom, cleaving through the sky and obliterating the mountains inch by inch.
Boom! Bang! Golden thunder tore through the illusion. Looking down from the ethereal heights, one could see Ye Chen, his body torn apart by the strike, blood and bone spraying into the air. He was nearly disintegrated; even his formidable Sacred Body of the Ancients could not withstand the might of the Immortal Weapon, and he was brutally cleaved, his flesh and bones sent flying.
Yet, his achievements were glorious.
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