Chapter 180: The Origin of the Cycles
The silver-haired girl moved like a sleepwalker with no defenses, merely swinging the sword aura wings behind her in an instinctive, casual motion.
In the blink of an eye, countless phantom sword auras—hovering between existence and illusion—swept toward the black tidal wave.
It looked so calm, as if it would be swallowed up in an instant without causing any ripple.
But then.
The moment the wave of demon beasts touched the phantom swords, it silently transformed into wisps of black fog, dissipating back into the wind.
—Just a pile of fragile dream bubbles that burst at the slightest touch.
The next moment, the Abyss King had already risen from his throne, drawing that exaggerated pitch-black giant sword. His lifeless eyes locked onto Airwen.
And Airwen, maintaining that same dazed, sleepwalking trance, simply looked back at the man before her—the one once known as Su Jingyan.
The Abyss King raised his sword and silently swung out that black crescent-moon-shaped sword aura. Endless black fog collapsed toward the blade, condensed, and became part of that strike.