Immortal Burial Valley.
Fierce winds howled, the setting sun was like blood.
Tian Hao's pupils shook violently, standing dumbfounded on the spot, his eyes full of disbelief.
Just a while ago.
He had used a mastery of unparalleled spear techniques to suppress Lu Yuan, nearly forcing him into a desperate situation.
But who could have imagined.
The seemingly insignificant remnant of the Immortal Race before him would break through in the midst of battle, instantly reversing the situation?
Before he could regain his composure.
Lu Yuan shot out explosively, channeling the boundless divine power within him, condensing it into a hundred-zhang long cyan sword beam, and slashed it down at the opponent's head.
Though this sword was formed by divine power, it was condensed like a solid entity, with a sharp edge like a Supreme Divine Sword, daring anyone to face it!
"Slash!"
The chilling sword beam split the heavens and obliterated the void.
