Cao Erzhu burst into laughter. After laughing, he sank his energy into his core, his tiger-like eyes widened:
"Come!"
"If I take a step back, then I'm not called Cao Erzhu!"
The white-robed man stood motionless holding his lamp.
The enemy did not move, and neither did Cao Erzhu.
The white-robed man continued to hold the lamp, waiting.
He did not move, and Cao Erzhu still remained still.
The white-robed man shook his head silently, the remnant lamp in his hand flickered lightly, the candlelight momentarily extinguished and then suddenly reignited within a breath.
"Boom!"
Above the Nine Heavens, a giant fissure yawned open.
It was as if the gates of hell had been opened, and from within emerged a weapon... no, it wasn't even a sword.
It was merely a light!
A ghostly cyan-colored, foot-long sword light!
Yet when this sword light appeared, tens of thousands of phantom beasts collapsed, and the night was split into day again.
The sword light first appeared in the sky.
