The Illusionary Sword's long hair is as dark as ink, and his eyes shine as brightly as the stars, deep and vast like the universe.
At this moment, a terrifying energy is fluctuating within his body, giving the impression of Mount Tai pressing down, or the arrival of a tsunami earthquake.
It seems that even a glance from him could destroy everything.
Compared to just now, the Illusionary Sword has completely ascended to a higher level.
His eyes carry a cold indifference that seems to annihilate all beings.
Standing there, he resembles an ocean, with huge waves surging and a storm looming at any moment.
Everyone can feel this terrifying majesty, and the fear deep within their hearts is instantly stirred.
"Oh my, is this the pressure of the Innate Eighth Layer Heavens?"
Yu Shijia and several others watch the Illusionary Sword descending like a Heavenly God, unable to suppress a cry of astonishment.
