"Slap."
The short sword in Han Muye's hand completely shattered.
However, he didn't care. His eyes flashed with a deep halo, as if he was carried by a magical power.
A decaying power appeared around him.
As soon as that power appeared, the light of the Dao around his body shattered with a bang.
In Han Muye's body, the surging blood and energy could not resist the erosion of this decaying power.
But in an instant, it was as if his soul was about to wither.
"Eh?" a voice said.
"How dare you spy on the power of Calamity."
There was a hint of curiosity in his voice. Then, the power formed by the trace of Nether River water that Han Muye had refined previously circulated in his body.
In the void, a strange force was drawn by this power and surged within his body.
"Kid, the strongest power in the world is the Power of Calamity. It's already rare that your body didn't collapse. Don't get involved with this power in the future."
The voice sounded again, then dissipated.
