Countless drops of blood had been broken into tiny bits, making "pah" sounds, as if a rainstorm occurred over the ocean.
The Heavenly Slaying Formation was gradually growing smaller until it had finally dissolved and vanished without a trace as it was minced and eroded like a huge stone statue by the wind and rain.
The process looked simple enough, but it was in fact the consequence of the force of time, or a miracle.
As the Heavenly Slaying Formation dissolved in the sea wind, it was merely a few minutes after the sword light had arrived; but it had been many days from the perspective of the sword light.
Jing Jiu reappeared on the top of the ocean waves, his white cloth ruffling; but he didn't display as much fairy aura as he used to.
It was because the white cloth was full of tiny holes and the rims of his cloth were in tatters. At the moment, he looked like a vagabond in a terrible state.