The cold darkness was like viscous ink.
Swallowing every thread of light and sound.
Fang Qingyu silently took a deep breath.
The air, cold and piercing, seed to carry the taste of tallic rust.
No need to turn back to clearly sense the fourteen strained and intense auras behind him in the darkness.
The desire to fight, mixed with various emotions, quietly climbed up each person’s spine.
Tier Three Martial Saint!
An absolute chasm in the level of life!
Even if the opponent was a flickering candle, even if they held Divine Armant, even if the plan was thorough...
This is a battle that surpasses tiers, especially crossing an entire major realm, challenging a forr hero of the Human Race, now a decayed Evil God, the pressure it brings is enough to suffocate any Tier Two Grandmaster.
Last night at the "Cold Crow" Inn, the bit of hope ignited by Fang Qingyu’s displayed absolute control over the ruins.
At this mont, when truly facing the Tier Three might, heavy like a mountain, it seed sowhat faint.
But no one retreated.
Wei Banng’s fingertips tightened on the cold sword handle, her face pale, with eyes sharp like an ice cone.
Jiang Wei’s small figure was close to Fang Qingyu, her clear red pupils reflected the void of darkness ahead.
Her face was indifferent, only the dormant dark red Tribulation Fire, like Earth’s lava, began to silently surge within her.
Cold sweat seeped from Shikong’s forehead under his wig, hands clasped together, chanting obscure scriptures in a low voice, while harmonious yet tenacious golden light circulated within his Buddha Staff.
Liu Hanyan grasped the longsword in her hand that flowed with faint golden symbols, the sword body slightly trembled, letting out a clear hum.
Behind her, Liu Qingyan and other team mbers also gripped their weapons tightly.
The power of Divine Armant quietly awakened in the darkness.
This is one of the reasons Fang Qingyu dared to lead them to battle the Martial Saint!
As those seven Yunhua Envoys escorted the hunched figure at the center, as they stepped into the depths of the ice cave, less than fifty ters from the shadowed corner where Fang Qingyu and the others hid...
"Attack!"
Fang Qingyu’s deep voice, like a clap of thunder, exploded in the ears of everyone in the Eternal Night Territory.
Boom—!!!
The eternal night territory, sticky like ink, instantly burst from the shadows of the ice pillars like a breaking dam of dark floods, crazily surging out.
Its speed, its range, far exceeded any previous instance.
Profound darkness, as if it had life, with will to devour everything, instantly subrged the space ahead for dozens of ters, encasing those seven Yunhua Envoys along with the central hunched figure completely.
Eternal Night Territory expansion!
At the sa ti...
"Om! Ma! Ni! Pad! ! Hum!"
Shikong shout like a lion’s roar! The Buddha Staff in his hands erupted with imnse golden light.
Golden Sanskrit, like substance, gushed from the tip of the Buddha Staff.
In the sticky darkness, it forcefully carved out an expanse of bright domain, carrying great power to dispel evil and break delusions, fiercely smashing towards the area where Jiang Taixuan and his followers were.
"Starfall·Thousand Blades!"
Liu Hanyan shouted crisply, the golden longsword in her hand instantly transford into a sky full of dazzling star points.
Each star point was a sword aura, sharpened to the extre.
Hundreds or thousands of sword aurae, falling like stars, tearing through the darkness, accompanied by piercing sonic wailing, indiscriminately covered the center of the dark.
"Roar—! Die for !"
Chu Kuanglan, unable to hold back any longer, wrapped wild crimson Qi Blood around the giant sword, like burning magma, with the montum to split mountains and crack the earth, it swung out a massive blood-colored Sword Aura.
All other team mbers, whether Wei Banng or Shikong, Liu Hanyan’s team mbers, erupted their attacks at the first mont.
The gleam of the Divine Armant in Eternal Night Territory rose and fell like teor showers thrown into the dark abyss, with devastating power, coalescing into a force capable of instantly obliterating any Tier Two Peak, roaring towards a single target.
Fifteen Tier Two Grandmasters, wielding the full-force burst of Divine Armant!
This is a power capable of shaking mountains!
However...
Jiang Taixuan and his followers, locked on by the Eternal Night Territory and countless lethal attacks.
In the mont of darkness and embodint, their figures only paused slightly.
Those seven Yunhua Envoys instantly ford a back-to-back defensive formation, various divine lights of protection erging from their bodies, their eyes sharp and vigilant, yet not revealing any fear or panic.
Almost as if... they had anticipated this?
The hunched figure they guarded at the center.
Jiang Taixuan, in the critical mont before darkness fully swallowed him, slowly lifted his head.
Under thick cold-resistant cap and goggles, a pair of old, cloudy, exhausted eyes precisely fell on where Fang Qingyu stood through the darkness.
In those eyes, no surprise or anger.
Only a kind of... dense, unyielding lancholy and... deathly tranquility.
"After all... you still chose to act against this old fool..."
An extrely faint, sigh-like whisper pierced through the barrier of Eternal Night Territory, clearly resonated in Fang Qingyu’s ears.
Then that lancholy was instantly replaced by a kind of wounded lone wolf-like ferocity and resentnt.
"Since you lack compassion... don’t bla for lacking righteousness!!!"
Before the words ended.
Jiang Taixuan’s hand, shriveled like a chicken claw, lifted effortlessly towards the incoming destructive flood.
Buzz—!!!
No earth-shaking explosion, no dazzling light and shadow.
An indescribable, overwhelming terror, like an invisible sky collapsing, suddenly descended.
It was not pure energy impact.
More like... a crushing by rules! Solidifying of space!
The leading golden Sanskrit, Starfall Sword Qi, blood-colored Sword Aura, icy sword lines, and the blades swift like teleportation...
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