In the endless expanse of a deep yellow desert sky, a bronze war chariot, pulled by two giant silver eagles, flew at low altitude, shimmering with a faint azure glow.
At the center of the war chariot, Han Li sat cross-legged with eyes slightly closed, a faint golden light circulating under his skin.
Suddenly, his expression shifted, lifting his arm, and he waved towards the void in front of him.
Instantly, the space under the chariot fluctuated, and an azure sword Qi, about ten feet long, flashed out from the void, slashing downward fiercely.
In the blink of an eye, the gigantic sword Qi disappeared into the yellow sand like a mirage.
A thunderous roar erupted from beneath the yellow sand, and in an instant, the nearby yellow sand spewed upwards as if a waterfall had reversed.
