The soaring sword energy directly impacted the passage connecting the two realms, except for great demons of the fourth realm and above.
The other minor characters were basically wiped out in this attack, so it can be considered a bloody start to the battle.
I went up and grabbed the hilt; the divine sword was now more rounded at the edges.
The patterns on the sword naturally form a kind of array; all divine weapons have this feature.
The completeness of the array patterns represents the power of the divine weapon, and the most amazing thing about this scene is that we were just completely exiled to the dimensional space opened up by the world consciousness.
It has no impact on the present world at all; now that the divine sword is complete, it has simply kicked us out.
I gripped the divine sword and began to roar to the heavens, expressing the joy in my heart.
This success means we will become stronger and stronger in the future; we have plenty of materials.
It can be forged every now and then, and you can even customize a divine weapon for a specific person, which greatly enhances combat power.
The divine weapon I currently wield possesses a sword spirit within its blade, which can possess the wielder to enhance a specific ability.
This sword ensures that the wielder has no weaknesses and can use their swordsmanship in its most perfect state.
We named it "Enma" at the time, but then an embarrassing thing happened.
None of the dozen or so fourth-realm experts present were willing to use it; either they didn't use swords at all, or those who did didn't want to use it.
Its abilities are somewhat unbalanced; those who are extremely confident in their swordsmanship are unwilling to admit their flaws.
Its ability to fill gaps has led to the current situation where no one wants to use it.
This is a divine weapon! How could it be rejected?
I can feel the frustration in my hand now. It's been bullying the sword too much. Now it's so arrogant that even divine weapons are no longer used.
There's nothing I can do; others might not care about the sword I just forged, but I have to consider its feelings.
Let's take this first and see if we can find a good swordsman later. There are still strong people in the world. Although we have been in the mirror space, some people have still sensed our movements.
Just as we were packing up to retreat, at least three experts at the fifth realm approached us.
One is the city guardian of the Eastern Rakshasa Empire.
One is an elder of a mysterious underground organization.
Another one is one of the leaders of the Northern branch of the Divine Continent Demonic Cult.
Three people came running towards us from three different directions at the same time.
The Evil Emperor and I also spotted them, so we told everyone else to retreat first, while I took Yama and the Evil Emperor to meet them.
All three groups were surprised to see me and the Evil Emperor. In the end, it was still our Biyou Palace that was causing trouble.
At this point, the people of the Rakshasa Empire and the Demonic Sect had already begun to consider retreating.
Members of such a large organization would not want to provoke us.
Once we retaliate, their sheer size makes them impossible to defend against. Only that fifth-realm demigod from some unknown organization...
Upon seeing Enma, he was clearly filled with greed; his eyes gleamed with avarice.
He was scheming, his eyes darting around, trying to figure out how to incite us to fight each other so he could reap the benefits.
Before he could even make a move, he was attacked by the Evil Emperor. Before the others could say anything, the Evil Emperor had already slain the fifth-level expert of the mysterious organization.
He unleashed his full power with one of the three divine skills, "Xiao Xiao Sha Sha Mie Hong Chen," which directly injured him, and his scheme was thwarted before it even began.
After we drove him away, we turned around together, clasped our hands in greeting to the other two Fifth Realm experts, and asked, "What brings you two here?"
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