In an instant, sword light fell like threads of rain, lingering and entwined. The ten directions of heaven and earth all turned into a hazy scene, a grief-stricken intent spreading out to form a Sword Rhythm Domain, saturated with the flavor of sorrow. Dim—
Rain of Desolation Sword, taking "wound" as its rhythm, sword light like silk, tender yet haunting, blending hardness and softness as one.
The sword-light "rain threads" that seemed to have no offensive power at all actually contained boundless killing intent.
Above Kongtong Realm General's head floated an ancient bowl, its whole body blazing with golden light, countless strands of radiance hanging down to envelop him within, forming a kind of Defense Barrier. The sword-light rain threads fell, landing on that golden barrier, carving out streak after streak of marks, as if about to pierce through the Defense Barrier, yet in the blink of an eye the sword marks on the barrier immediately healed. Sword—
