Outside the Spiritual Abyss, in a land shrouded by drifting mist, four streaks of Escaping Light suddenly came to a halt.
Xue Zhuyong scrutinized the ceaselessly churning clouds in front of him, his eyebrows slightly raised. "Lad, your guess wasn't wrong, there's indeed an incredibly vast Formation enveloping this place. It appears to be the ground for the final kill set up by the Dragon Slaying Saber."
The next moment, Xue Zhuyong released his Divine Sense, sweeping it across the Formation before him.
Within the Formation.
Most of the cultivators of the Dragon Slaying Saber gathered here, yet everyone sported solemn expressions, a heavy atmosphere steadily brewing.
At the instant Xue Zhuyong unleashed his Divine Sense, the Sword Master's brows suddenly furrowed.
"What's the matter, Sword Master?" the cultivator Tong Zheng observed the Sword Master's perturbed demeanor.
"There's a Nascent Soul Cultivator outside the Formation," the Sword Master said with concentration.