Jiang Xuan unleashed his full strength!

Suddenly, the world lost its color, and a strange, gloomy grayness engulfed the sky and the earth. The endless horizon seemed to vanish, and the world began to feel upside down. The thin old man stood there, slightly hunched with his hands behind his back, his gaze calm.

In that moment, he became the center of this world.

Everything around them blurred, and only he remained perfectly clear.

Sharp howls, accompanied by endless blood, filled the entire space. The sky split open, revealing dark cracks that seemed endless, from which more blood poured down, mingled with countless pieces of broken flesh.

"Fake! It’s all fake!" Jiang Xuan’s resolve was unshaken. Under the overwhelming pressure, his consciousness began to fade, but he still pressed forward without hesitation.

The sword light slashed toward the thin old man in an instant.