1587 A Useless Divine Power

Nine Gloom, now utterly swamped by golden saber gleams, was calm and composed.

In reality, Saber9's saber formations were by no means considered weak—they were powerful enough to harm a ninth-rank Heavenly God. However, as far as Nine Gloom was concerned, an attack of this level was still far from sufficient to worry him.

A mere thought formulated in his mind, and countless vines writhed out from under the earth, surging toward the golden saber gleams.

Almost at the same time that he responded to his enemy, he sensed a powerful threat coming from another direction.

He lifted his eyes immediately and looked toward the source of this new danger. He saw that the mirror in front of the black-masked sword cultivator—the same mirror that had absorbed his attack—was sending out a shockwave with intersecting red and black gleams.