However, those cultivators seemed tireless. They repeatedly picked themselves up and charged forward until they were completely drained of energy.
A cultivator, brandishing a long sword, its blade shimmering with a cold light, moved like the wind, deftly weaving through the crowd of enemies.
His swordsmanship was fluid and seamless, at times fast as lightning, at other times gentle as a Willow’s flutter. Each swing of his sword stirred up a fierce gust, forcing the surrounding enemies to retreat several steps.
Meanwhile, another cultivator was brandishing a massive battle axe. His strength was remarkable, and every swing of his axe seemed to have the power to shake the earth.
The battle axe traced fierce arcs in the air, stirring up currents that whipped the surrounding dust into a frenzy, creating a chaotic battlefield.
Two cultivators crossed paths in mid-air, their sword and axe clashing with a deafening crash that seemed to make even the sky tremble.
The shockwave produced by the collision rippled outward, forcing the surrounding cultivators to back away continuously.
Around that area, the battles involving other cultivators were just as intense.
A few people had unleashed powerful spells, harnessing the energy of heaven and earth to create a sea of fire, an area of ice, or a storm of lightning, submerging their enemies within.
Some relied on their exceptional agility, moving freely among the enemy ranks, seeking out vulnerabilities to deliver a fatal blow.
On the battlefield, the radiance of various spells intermingled, creating a dazzling tapestry of multicolored light. Within that curtain of light, the figures of the cultivators were faintly discernible, their every clash filled with thrill and excitement.
As the battle raged on, more cultivators died.
Many cultivators had managed to preserve their souls.
Subsequently, under the leadership of Serena, the members of Soul Demon Sect urgently began to reconstruct those cultivators‘ physical bodies.
Jared watched as those cultivators died, his eyes reddening with intensity.
The least I can do for the cultivators who died today is to kill Aiden!
Aiden’s eyes were also blazing red.
At that moment, both sides were caught up in a frenzied rage.
“Die!”
Jared and Aiden had transformed into streaks of light, fiercely colliding with each other.
At that point, they were intent on killing each other, leaving no room to back down.
Just as Jared and Aiden were about to collide, suddenly, it seemed as though everything around them had come to a halt.
Following closely, a voice, seemingly from beyond the heavens, slowly echoed, “I’ve been in seclusion for centuries, and on the brink of my ascension to immortality, I’m disturbed by a band of ignorant brats. It’s downright outrageous!”
“Do you all think because I haven‘t shown my face for centuries, you all can just disregard me?!”
Following that, an elder in a grey robe, with his hands behind his back, stood above the void.
Everyone felt a sudden tightness in their chest, causing them to tumble down from mid-air. Even Nieva collapsed, favonovel.com breath labored under the oppressive force, left with no choice but to kneel on one knee.
“Mr. Becker?” Nolan’s projection looked at the grey-robed elder in front of favonovel.com with a sense of terror.
“You weren’t cultivating honestly, yet you brought out your spirit to join the fray! Return to whence you came.” The elderly man in the gray robe waved his hand lightly.
A powerful surge of violet energy was unleashed from his hand, and in an instant, Nolan’s projection vanished into thin air.
At that moment, Nolan, who was in seclusion, spat out fresh blood, his face ghastly pale. “To think Mr. Becker made an appearance. D*mned it!”
Nolan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. It seemed that all the time favonovel.com had spent in secluded cultivation was a waste.
Back in Lunarius Palace, everyone felt the overwhelming pressure that shook the heavens and the earth. The void itself was trembling, accompanied by the howling of fierce winds.
Many practitioners with low cultivation levels had already been rendered unconscious due to that overwhelming pressure.
Many of the cultivators were bowing their heads, shivering in fear. Even Terrence and Nieva, both of whom were Ultimate Realm Level One cultivators, paled with fear. Their eyes were filled with dread, and they dared not meet the gaze of Anton.
Jared strained to lift his head, his gaze fixed on Anton. He was eager to see what a person who governed such a vast region truly looked like.
