The remnants of the sword domain hung upside down like a forest, disaster and calamity spread like mist, the sky was broken, the earth was sunken, and ravines stretched for thousands of miles. The killing intent surged, and the residual wrath of the gods still roared.

When Meng Qingzhou stood up, the aftermath of the divine battle was completely cleared.

He fully mastered the Sword Sense of Time and Space and the disaster aura, gathering the remnants of the battle with just a thought.

After a moment of composure.