So many mixed substances combined together, the effect is that everyone here saw on that side, amidst the mixed fog, there were afterimages flashing, and with each place they passed, the sound of screams rose.
Sword light... swept.
People fell to the ground.
Fiercely murderous, without any unnecessary moves.
Just one sword, one person.
But they couldn't grasp who the person was, what breath they had, even the sword energy and sword techniques weren't clear.
Because it was in the fog.
Veiled, appearing and disappearing.
Mysteriously sinister, yet carrying its own radiance.
Until many surviving cultivators in the light fog fled in horror, until the light fog slowly floated and wandered, until only corpses and a person remained inside.
The one hiding in the fog slowly walked out.
With that long, slender shadow.
Holding a beautiful, bloodied long sword.
The crowd hadn't seen her face clearly, but was first captivated by this sword.
