Song Qingyi felt refreshing the moment Shen Lian stepped ahead and drew his sword. He felt like while the person was still Shen Lian, the feeling he gave had changed from a small flowing stream to a gushing river. There was no transition and it was not something people could get used to.
When the sword aura was let out with a high level of Qi, the breath of the Mirage Demon all in a sudden became a deep valley. All the sword aura, including the Qi of vitality was absorbed into the valley.
Even before Shen Lian’s Qi of Taixu could explode, it was all darkness, as if he was situated in the outer space without the universe.
There was not a sound. He realize he could not breathe as there was no Qi of vitality available to him.