Shen Hao was fully prepared mentally.
In Nie Yun's words, he already regarded this Cloud Sword as his mortal enemy.
The instant his left hand touched the cluster of Cloud Sword, Shen Hao felt his entire body wrapped by a strange membrane, as if he had entered a completely different space.
The surroundings were all clouds, above, below—every direction, dark and oppressive, with only a ten-foot radius of empty ground at his feet.
Is this the interior of the Cloud Sword? Clearly just a fist-sized thing, yet it can encompass a whole person—truly miraculous.
While marveling deep down, Shen Hao kept his guard at its highest. His perception was wide open, closely sensing everything around him.
Which kind of Sword Cloud is it? Will it transform into a human form for battle, like the one Nie Yun subdued before?
"Buzz!"
