"Damn it!" Shen Haoran's face darkened as he watched the spatial storm tear his Sword Aura to shreds. 'That was my strongest attack, yet it was still devoured. This spatial storm is far too terrifying!'
"Use the Power of Chaos!" Elder Yan reminded him mentally.
Hearing this, Shen Haoran's expression sank, and he hesitated. 'If I use the Power of Chaos and it's still torn apart by this spatial storm, I'll have no escape route left!'
'Forget it, this is the only way!' After a moment's hesitation, a resolute glint flashed in Shen Haoran's eyes. 'It's better to fight for my life than to just wait to die. At least this way, there's a sliver of hope.'
At this thought, Shen Haoran once again raised the Soul-devouring Sword. He then mobilized the scarce Power of Chaos remaining in his Primordial Small World, channeling it toward the blade.
