Chapter 387: Society of Sacred Swords (3)
A vortex of blurred energy spiraled upward, stretching toward the heavens.
Though Phantom Moon had shaped a dome of false sky, it could not reach the real firmament.
And yet, at this moment, the updraft of divine starlight was carving cracks into that illusory ceiling.
KWAKWAKWAKWAKWA—!
At the surface of the swirling storm, the shattered fragments of the Radiant Wheel flickered in and out of existence.
The air resonated with a crushing roar, akin to boulders being ground into dust.
The phantasmal battlefield, once unshakable, was beginning to crack apart.
And within the eye of the storm, trapped, was the Greatest Under Heaven of Sichuan.
Suspended forcibly in midair, her waist-bound gourd had already been shattered beyond recognition.
"This... This is...!"
Her golden-feathered defensive aura was being shredded apart by the relentless cyclone, blood seeping through the gaps of luminous currents.
For years, Ma Gwang-ik had effortlessly walked upon air, utilizing Void-Stepping Technique as naturally as breathing.