Beneath Broken Blade Cliff, there was dead silence.
Only the thick Evil Qi churned silently, along with that floating soldier fiend spirit fire, emitting a faint, flickering light of intertwined dark red and platinum, illuminating the bizarre and shocking scene in the area.
Fang Hao's palm, shimmering with a faint platinum and dark red luster, gripped the blade of the Soldier Soul's broken axe like an iron vice—the weapon, while filled with monstrous Evil Qi, appeared illusory and dim.
The sharp Evil Qi remaining on the axe blade struck his palm, but only stirred a faint, water-like rippling light on the surface of his skin before quietly dissipating, failing to even create a single ripple.
Within the Soldier Soul's hollow eye sockets, those two points of dark red flame danced frantically, conveying disbelief, fury, and a trace of... instinctive fear.
