The light condensed on the sword's edge was so dazzling it was impossible to look directly at it.
Suddenly, countless streams of Sword Qi, as tangible and fine as cow hair yet unmatched in sharpness, burst forth from the sword's edge.
They did not shoot out randomly; instead, they seemed to possess a life of their own, transforming into a torrential downpour that swept in all directions, indiscriminately covering all the fungus blankets, fungal monsters, and even the twisted land and forests within view.
Chh-chh-chh—!!!
Chh-chh-chh-chh—!
The sound resembled the rapid pattering of rain on banana leaves, yet was as sharp as the grating of ten thousand blades.
Wherever the sword light passed, it was both magnificent and terrifying.
The formerly thick and resilient fungus blankets, ceaselessly writhing, were instantly shredded and pulverized as if thrown into a meat grinder, turning into swirling powder flying in the air.
