At the heart of the Mysterious Space, the massive and eerie magic circle emitted a heart-stopping glow, resembling a ferocious giant beast with its bloody maw agape, ready to devour any living thing that dared to approach. Amidst the flickering light, endless dark forces seemed to churn, sending chills down one's spine.
Zhang Yue furrowed his brow, his gaze firm and resolute. He gripped his longsword, the blade bathed in a flowing, water-like radiance that waxed and waned as if echoing the churning spiritual power within him. He took a deep breath, chanting under his breath as the spiritual power throughout his body surged like a tidal wave into the sword in his hand.
"Break!" Zhang Yue roared, swinging his sword fiercely. A razor-sharp sword qi howled through the air. This sword qi possessed a tangible substance and an unstoppable momentum, flying straight toward a crucial node of the magic circle. However, the moment the sword qi touched the magic circle, it seemed to plunge into an endless abyss, swallowed instantly without a trace, without stirring even the slightest ripple.
Chapter 110