Zhou Yan was shrouded in Thunder Light, his aura brimming with Fury, madness, and successive surges of Life and Death Sword Intent, all melding into a terrifying Netherworld presence that incessantly spiraled between Heaven and Earth.
All that occupied his mind was the thought of slaughtering over a hundred Cultivators in this place.
As Zhou Yan displayed such insanity, among the more than a hundred beleaguered genius Cultivators, a purple-robed Cultivator, who had been desperately fleeing, suddenly halted, turned around, and launched a frantic counterattack on Zhou Yan.
This move was nearly his trump card. With a fierce slap of his hand, a Sword Soul, fierce as a Fierce Beast, emerged from the Void. This Sword Soul, like a behemoth devouring the sky, roared in all directions, engulfing Zhou Yan's body in one ferocious bite.
