Holding the Demon Sword upright before him, Gu Mo extended his other hand and lightly flicked the blade with his slender forefinger.
The edge of the Demon Sword hummed, resonating with a metallic clang.
Waves of pitch-black, icy sword light fluctuated unpredictably, chaotic and deep, as he channeled his entire Qi Body into it. A ray of sword light, as if connecting heaven and earth, soared skyward in an instance, accompanied by a majestic burst of Primordial Qi, as if piercing through the heavens of the Netherworld!!
The entire body of the Demon Sword was black, and consequently, the sword light it emitted was also pitch-black.
In this dim Land of Death, there was nothing uncertain about the flickering light, only an environment that grew more oppressive and dark, almost hand-rendering invisible, even the sparse starlight and moonlight streaming through the hollow opening to the surface were obscured and blocked by the pitch-black sword light.
