In an instant, the world before "Zhou Ziyin's" eyes disintegrated, turning into black and white.
When he opened his eyes again, the scene drastically changed.
"..."
The Sect gate.
The sky-high demonic clouds submerged the last sliver of light, and demonic flames surged, spreading as the floating islands of the Sect crashed down.
Zhou Ziyin's body swayed, blood dripping. He no longer had the Spiritual Qi to wield the ancient sword, so he could only hold it in his hand.
With a thud, he collapsed onto the ground.
"One hundred and eight Immortals of the Central Domain, the Evil-Suppressing Sword Immortal..."
That demonic Cultivator walked step by step, treading on the corpses of his fellow disciples, all the way here.
"Truly formidable, to be able to fight until this moment..."
The demonic Cultivator casually crushed the head of a Cultivator on the ground, looking at him mockingly: "Do you know? What I like most is killing you Sword Cultivators..."
