Zhi Xuan Mountain at the foot of the mountain.
The light and dark change, flickering and uncertain.
The view here is distorted, as if time and space are inverted.
The figure of the man in the silver mask flashes, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, creating layers of afterimages.
In an instant, it seems as if countless figures appear at this place.
The speed of the sword varies as well.
In the line of sight, the sequence is severely split.
The figure in front has clearly dissipated, but the figure behind still exists, with endless afterimages.
The only constant is the bodies falling to the ground.
At this moment, Jiang Ning urges the Taixu Yin Yang Sword, attacking the mountain gate like a tiger among a flock of sheep.
Behind his figure, bodies fall to the ground.
Blood flows in torrents.
Red and white mixtures are flowing across the ground.
Moments later, Jiang Ning reaches the mountain gate leading to the upper part of Middle Finger Mountain.
