Faced with the grey clouds that obscured the heavens and concealed the sun once more, Yan Di's expression didn't change as he chopped out with a sabre!
The majestic, infinite, boundless sabre-intent forcibly chopped through the grey clouds.
Against Yan Di's Immeasurable Heavenly Sabre, those ethereal, drifting dark clouds were also unable to maintain their unpredictable and mysterious state.
It was as though they had been returned to the mortal world by Yan Di's sabre, to a level that could be touched by mortals once more.
Faced with that terrifying and domineering attack Yuan Tian snorted coldly, waving his hands as a long grey whip appeared in his grasp.
The long whip merged with the dark clouds, unpredictable in its variations.
From that long grey whip, powerful spiritual qi fluctuations and concept could be felt. It was a high-grade spirit artifact.