244 Ten Thousand Mountains, Chapter Twenty-One

Not to mention the other birds and beasts that haven't yet developed intelligence. Driven by instinct, they darted through the forest, quickly fleeing, but their hearts were filled with unease and doubt. They certainly wouldn't dare to return anytime soon.

The massive battle and violent fluctuations had far-reaching effects, but only within the confines of the Ten Thousand Mountains! Beyond the Ten Thousand Mountains, in the eerie, secluded forests, it was as if sound was completely isolated between the Ten Thousand Mountains and the area beyond them.

Deep underground, a stream of blood flowed down like a waterfall, its flow accelerating as it descended. However, as the depth increased and the light gradually disappeared, the flow of blood slowed down and eventually vanished.

From the air, the Ten Thousand Mountains form a magnificent panorama, showcasing the mystery and grandeur of nature. These peaks rise one after another, stretching endlessly, like a giant monster lurking here, or perhaps resting and waiting.

The Ten Thousand Mountains nurtured countless monsters, flowers, and trees, and countless flowers, trees, and trees were also buried here, their souls returning to their homeland, their blood and flesh flowing into the ground.

It's as if it's nurturing a strong individual unwilling to die, awaiting rebirth, awaiting new life and vitality. Having given you life and raised you, the time is ripe to fulfill my obligations!

Like the long river of time, no matter how many changes or evolutions it has undergone, it remains an immortal symbol, an eternal symbol, and a symbol of nature itself—endless, everlasting, and timeless. For it, time is merely a quiet wait.

As the violent power brought by the Ascension Grass was severed, the violent power was out of control and became powerless to resist, as if it had vanished!

He held a beautiful woman in his arms, her body as warm and gentle as jade. A comforting warmth emanated from her jade-like form, her soft hair caressing his chest, evoking tenderness and affection. Tears still lingered at the corners of her eyes, adding to her alluring charm. His gaze was tender and gentle, as if he were embracing the entire world.

Suddenly, a strange and swift demonic wind slowly approached, fearless and undaunted, as if it were the master of this place.

His gaze sharpened, a cold and ruthless killing intent filling the air. His eyes were as sharp as blades, capable of cutting through any obstacle. A cruel smile played on his lips.

At this moment, his body seemed even more tense, every muscle like a taut bowstring, ready to unleash a deadly attack at any moment. A thought flashed through his mind: 'Since they've come as an unwelcome guest, I should strike first!'

Within his consciousness, two strangely shaped black wisps, each three feet long, resembled plumes of black smoke. Their edges were indistinct, like a scene shrouded in thick fog, making it impossible to determine their size or exact shape. They seemed to be constantly moving, yet their location remained uncertain.

It exudes a suffocating sense of oppression, as if the surrounding air is distorted and compressed by it, and you can even feel pain. It looks like ancient runes, and sometimes like an unknown biological organ.

Disgust, yes, a feeling of disgust quickly overwhelmed me!

It suddenly appeared three zhang away, circled a few times, and then shot towards them at high speed. Its target was clear: the two beauties beside it.

The cold blade, silently listening to the gentleman's will, the blade spirit sensed its master's anger and killing intent! It had truly disturbed its master's good time!

The blade trembled slightly, making a clear sound. Inspired by this, the gentleman's knife moved with his will the moment he let go!

The sword spirit reappeared, breathtakingly beautiful, her figure light and graceful, as if dancing in the air. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, every contour like a meticulously sculpted work of art. Her eyes were bright and deep, like a clear spring, seemingly able to see through the deepest secrets of one's heart.

She wore a light and airy battle robe that covered her vital parts, making her look beautiful and noble. When she danced, she was like a blooming flower, her long hair flowing in the wind.

He held a broad, gentlemanly knife in his hand, its blade gleaming with the light of lightning. His hand gently glided over the blade, as tenderly and affectionately as if caressing a lover.

And then there's her incredible figure. Tall and slender, with perfectly proportioned curves, she's like a sculptor's masterpiece. Her curves are breathtaking, and every movement exudes endless charm. Holding the knife, she moves with the grace and naturalness of a painting!

With a gentle exertion of force, the Gentleman's Blade suddenly radiated light, as if containing boundless power. The wind, thunder, and fire patterns on the blade began to spin vividly, seemingly infused with real wind, thunder, and fire spiritual energy, exuding a mysterious aura.

As the forces of wind, thunder, and fire swirled, an invisible power emanated from the blade, coalescing into a thumb-sized tornado vortex around it. Over time, the number of these vortices increased, eventually forming hundreds.

These tornado vortexes spun rapidly, each radiating immense energy, seemingly capable of destroying everything. The atmosphere grew tense and oppressive. If the tornado vortexes surrounding the blade were to explode instantly, a powerful shockwave would spread outwards, destroying everything in its path.

The blade was scorching hot, its immense fiery power generating a white blade aura, interspersed with flashes of lightning. Man and blade became one, and with an incredibly fast movement, the blade...

Hundreds of small tornadoes, like shooting meteors, rushed out instantly, disrupting the space around the two black clouds, trapping them in an instant.

The sword sensed its master's anger. Without holding back, it slashed horizontally, lightning and fire erupting from the blade, its terrifying aura like a volcanic eruption, destroying everything in its path.

A white blade of light shot out from the blade, crackling with lightning. It was as if a thunderbolt had struck. The blade of light seemed to have gathered boundless power, radiating a terrifying pressure. It sliced ​​through space and time, leaving a long trail of scorching lightning and flames, as if it wanted to cleave the entire sky in two.

With a light and graceful figure, and with an incredibly fast slash, the blade flew away like a shooting star, instantly arriving three feet in front of the two wisps of black energy.

Two wisps of black energy struggled fiercely, their terrifying blade aura seemingly imprisoning the surrounding space. The strange and terrifying power emanating from the blades caused the space to crack and split like glazed tiles, spreading outwards in the square space.

The black mass of energy, at this moment, is self-possessed, with an unfathomable temporal and spatial position, seemingly protected by some mysterious entity, or perhaps by some supernatural power of its own, its trajectory visible but impossible to accurately grasp.

But at this moment, it has become incredibly fragile and vulnerable. Like a fragile egg, it cannot withstand the power of a boulder and breaks with a single blow, utterly powerless to resist.