Above the vast sea of clouds, the wind carrying a biting chill swept through the two figures’ robes. The Winged Angel and Pravina stood side by side, their eyes filled with unprecedented shock and fear.
Below them was the mysterious earth shrouded in ancient legends, and at the mont, this land seed to tremble in anticipation of the impending storm.
"This is terrifying," Pravina’s voice was as faint as a thread, yet it carried an unmistakable terror, "For others, advancing one echelon between Heavenly Realm Martial Artists takes decades or even centuries as a unit. He... he actually advances by months? This growth rate defies logic. It’s simply terrifying."
The Winged Angel also revealed an unprecedented solemn expression at the mont.
He trembled as he spoke, "Yes, previously when the Four Great Town Angels joined forces, at that ti, he was rely at the First Heaven strength, and he already defeated us. Now that he has advanced to the Second Heaven, his strength has progressed so rapidly, we... have even less of a chance!"
The two exchanged a glance, needing no more words, as the thought of retreat had already taken root in both their hearts.
In this Extraterrestrial Battlefield where the strong are revered, the wisdom to survive often outweighs courage.
Thus, almost simultaneously, their figures flickered, employing a body technique of Ancient Martial Arts, bursting out with speeds several tis the speed of sound, leaving a fleeting shadow in this world, attempting to escape the shadow of death that was fast approaching.
"Swish!" The two figures cut through the night sky like teors, stunningly fast, but this ti, their fate seed to be out of their own hands.
"Winged Angel, Pravina, do you think this ti you can still escape?" Lin Dong’s voice, like a thunderclap in winter, abruptly sounded just as they were about to vanish at the edge of sight.
This voice was calm and firm, yet carried an undeniable power.
As his words fell, the surrounding environnt seed to be distorted by an invisible force, the space beginning to warp and deform, and the light becoming bewildering.
Both the Winged Angel and Pravina suddenly realized that at so unknown point, they had fallen into a bizarre illusionary realm.
The scenes around them kept changing, sotis a blazing hell, then shifting to an ice-sealed polar region, every breath seeming to exhaust all their strength.
"This is an illusionary realm, not good, he actually knows illusion techniques! And this does not seem like a simple illusion technique!" The Winged Angel, trapped in the illusionary realm, realized what was happening and exclaid loudly.
"This is... the Illusion Eye’s fabricated illusion!" Pravina gasped, finally recognizing this despair-inducing power.
The Illusion Eye, a terrifying eye said to control hearts, warp reality, and create illusionary realms, from which one could almost never escape unless the caster voluntarily lifted it.
The Winged Angel’s face also turned exceptionally ugly; he tried to gather strength to break through the binding of this illusionary realm, but he found his cultivation level infinitely weakened within it, unable to exert even a tenth of his usual strength.
"Lin Dong, you... you have beco strong to this extent!" The Winged Angel’s voice was filled with unwillingness and despair; he knew deeply that this ti, they truly had no ans of escape.
Lin Dong’s shadow slowly erged from the depths of the illusion, his eyes shimring with brilliant light, the mark of the fully activated Illusion Eye.
He looked at the two opponents who had once fled, his tone calm and composed: "In this world, there are no eternal strong ones, and no everlasting weak ones. Previously you wanted to kill , forget it, but now you actually still want to kill ."
"Today, I won’t allow you any more chances!"
As Lin Dong’s words fell, everything within the illusionary realm began to change, the surroundings like a tempest.
And beneath the sky of the illusionary world, Lin Dong’s figure stood like a lonely sharp blade, amid the boundless void.
All around was the endlessly circulating illusionary light and bewildering colors, forming a battlefield both real and illusionary.
His eyes flickered with cold and firm light, exuding the ultimate killing intent from his body.
"Sword One!" With a low murmur, the long sword in Lin Dong’s hand seed to be imbued with life, its tip lightly trembling, gathering the purest power of heaven and earth.
This sword was not only the ultimate display of sword technique, but also the condensation of his ntal will, as if it could cut through all obstacles in the world.
At the mont, the Winged Angel also sensed an unprecedented crisis.
He knew deeply that Lin Dong’s sword was by no ans ordinary, so without hesitation, he unfolded his strongest defense—Light Barrier.
This was a shield woven from pure energy, dazzling with brilliant light, seeming to withstand all attacks in the world.
However, Lin Dong’s attack was far more than this. As "Sword One" whistled out, he also quietly launched a ntal power attack.
This invisible force surged like a dark current, silently invading the depths of the Winged Angel’s consciousness, trying to disrupt his mind and weaken his control over the Light Barrier.
Under the dual onslaught of ntal power and sword technique, even a strong person like the Winged Angel found it hard to bear.
Although the Light Barrier still shone with light, its internal energy structure was gradually becoming fragile under Lin Dong’s ntal power erosion.
In less than ten seconds, the once indestructible defense showed cracks, then collapsed with a boom.
At that mont, Lin Dong’s long sword cut through the void like lightning, without any hesitation, accurately and unerringly slashing towards the Winged Angel’s neck.
Under that sword, the Winged Angel’s body seed frozen in ti, captured in an eternal mont.
His head, under the edge of Lin Dong’s long sword, gently lifted, then slowly fell, tracing a tragic arc, ultimately returning to nothingness.
The Winged Angel’s eyes, in that instant, were wide open, seemingly gathering all the terror and unwillingness of the world within them.
His lips parted slightly as if to shout, but in the end, he couldn’t make any sound.
Those wings that once shone with divine light now drooped powerlessly, losing their forr splendor and strength.
His death with eyes wide open was a testant to his defiance against fate, as well as the shock and helplessness at Lin Dong’s strength.
At the mont the Winged Angel fell, the whole illusionary realm seed to tremble, the air thick with an indescribable oppression and heaviness.
Standing to the side, Pravina witnessed it all, a surge of unprecedented shock and fear rising in her heart.
And at this ti, the Winged Angel’s spirit and soul flew out from his corpse, trying to escape.
However, it was casually caught by Lin Dong.
"Not even letting the spirit and soul go?" Pravina had been for too long without feeling such a threat of death.
Even she, a Heavenly Realm Martial Artist, couldn’t help but tremble all over at this mont.
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