The sky was filled with dark clouds, and torrential rain poured down, like the power of destruction as magnificent as a monument, suppressing the world.
Five geniuses of the Divine Clan lying on the ground grew weaker and weaker.
The young man was the same, crushed by catastrophe, his bones shattered, his skin cracked like a spider's web, and crimson blood gushed out.
But he held the sword hilt tightly.
Struggling forward.
With each step, the earth trembled.
Everyone was shocked.
He actually roared at a Human Emperor, so angry, could it be?
Previously, they had guessed that this young man should be acquainted with that Alliance Great Emperor.
A mere dozen steps, once just a moment's effort, but now... he walked with extreme difficulty.
As if his shoulders bore eternal monuments.
Finally, he drew his sword again.
Amidst the ruins under the rain, he swung the sword hilt, unleashing a vast array of sword shadows.
Still was the Sword Image Skill.
