Qi Yun took a step forward, and the void beneath his feet shattered. Multicolored chaotic light erupted from his body like boiling magma, forcing a gap open through the countless silver threads. Raising his longsword high, he pointed its tip directly at the center of True Monarch Shen Yi's brow.
True Monarch Shen Yi's pupils contracted slightly. He raised his right hand, splayed his fingers, and pressed down lightly in Qi Yun's direction.
With this press, the countless silver threads tightened abruptly. Like a myriad of venomous snakes, they surged toward Qi Yun from all directions, seeking to entangle, constrict, and strangle him.
Qi Yun gave a cold snort and swept his longsword in a horizontal arc. Wherever the sword light passed, the silver threads snapped inch by inch like spiderwebs scorched by fierce fire, emitting HISSING wails. The severed threads twisted and struggled in the void before finally dissipating into specks of silver light.
