A pitch-black longsword appeared in Ning Fan's hand, its terrifying black light seeming to devour everything in the world.

Within a radius of ten thousand miles, it instantly became eternal night, with sunlight unable to penetrate, reaching the pinnacle of eeriness.

The young Azure Dragon, being the closest, felt his scalp tingle.

It was because he sensed an unprecedented terrifying pressure emanating from that ink-black sword.