A terrifying sound trembled through the void.
It rolled like thunder, vast and mighty, sounding like the beating of war drums, or perhaps a Celestial God undergoing a tribulation!
The clouds above Unrivaled Sword Valley began to roil, coalescing into dark thunderheads that drained the world of color. Amidst it all, a lone figure could be seen striding through the air.
Beams of Mystical Light pulsed behind the figure, shining with incomparable splendor. A full eight of them formed an eight-colored radiance, like a rainbow streaking across the sky!
"Jiang Chen?"
"So, we finally forced you out, you little bastard!"
Ma Jun and Demon Zhantao's eyes narrowed, their gazes turning cold and bloodthirsty.
But when they saw that the dark clouds roiling wildly across the Celestial Vault were moving in perfect sync with Jiang Chen, expressions of astonishment crossed their faces.
