The terrified screams of ten thousand slaughter-cultivators were entirely swallowed by the deafening roar of absolute, crushing gravity.
The grassy plateau outside the Azure Sword Sect had been transformed into a localized abyss. The surviving members of the Blood-Bone Valley and the Phantom Blade Sect, who had spent their entire lives terrorizing the mortal realm, were now plastered to the dirt, their bones groaning under the weight of a hundred thousand mountains.
Yan Shuo stood in the center of the crater. His pristine white robes were completely untouched by the dust and blood.
He slowly raised his hands, his palms facing the groveling army.
The Heaven-Swallowing Abyssal Art stirred within his dantian.
The technique did not require external formations...his body itself was the array, his dantian the core, and every living cultivator within range was nothing more than fuel.
