"Huff..."
Zhao Tian exhaled deeply, his chest heaving as he finally forced himself to stand.
The sword in his hand was chipped and scorched with remnants of black lightning and fire.
But in the next instant, the entire sky turned golden and his gaze condensed.
He felt a powerful presence above him.
He shielded his face with his hand from the light and slowly opened his eyes, his eyebrows squinting because of the blinding light.
As he opened his eyes, he took a good look and saw that the whole sky was glowing with rich golden energy.
He felt the space around him tremble and *treek* he heard faint noises echoing in the air.
As he turned his head, he saw the space fabric was getting torn by some pressure, and cracks appeared in the space.
It began to crack like glass, and the web of cracks continued to develop and shatter into pieces.
But before they could fall, the shattered space fabric was quickly restored to its old state.
