The strike of the flying sword erupted with a deafening roar, and the pitch-black plane rippled with waves.
It was as if a giant stone had plunged into ink-like black water, though the water surface was inverted, hinting at something sinister.
The flying sword was repelled by the black plane, emitting a clear, resonant sound, like an untamed beast, with the determination to keep charging forward until it breaks through the wall.
A dazzling blue flame appeared on the body of the sword, which reverted to its original size, winding like a fire dragon around its master.
The constant vibrating sounded as if it was ready to unleash its power.
"Haha, Senior Brother's magic sword is so spiritually endowed, it's nearly at the standards of a top-grade spiritual artifact!"
