Beneath the eternal night, brilliant flashes of pure white light crisscrossed before vanishing.
When the light dissipated, the Sand-tailed Scorpions, which had seemed frozen in place, all abruptly shattered into pieces like statues, regardless of whether they were Tier One or Tier Two.
Amidst the boundless Sand-tailed Scorpion Tide, a clearing several hundred yards in radius briefly appeared with Chu Mu at its center.
But this clearing, much like the fleeting flash of his blade, vanished in the blink of an eye, filled by the relentless Sand-tailed Scorpion Tide as it continued its charge toward Chu Mu.
Chu Mu's face was now pale.
For him at his peak, an outburst of this magnitude would be nothing worth mentioning.
But here, after days of continuous slaughter, even with Elixirs to aid his recovery, the aid was just a drop in the bucket against the strain of constant battle.
That instantaneous burst of power had completely drained what little Essence, Qi, and Spirit he had left.
