Under the cover of night, golden threads darted back and forth like a weaving shuttle, blending into a resplendent streamer of light. Wherever they passed, every inch of space twisted and churned, casting heaven and earth into a blur and shaking the field of view violently.
The fist radiance, vast as a sun traversing the world, and the chilling saber light blanketing the night sky were both pierced through by the golden threads, pinned instantly in place.
The magnificent, tumultuous clash froze in a heartbeat.
Nearby, collapsing rocky mountains and shattering primeval forests solidified as though locked in ice.
Dense golden threads, resembling countless slender divine spikes, nailed this stretch of heaven and earth into a motionless painting.
The white-haired grandmaster's pupils constricted. How terrifying were his offensive methods? Yet now, his fist radiance and heavenly saber were briefly suppressed and pierced.
His hair stood on end. His opponent's wondrous technique filled him with profound unease.
As if an illusion, the frozen tableau was swiftly shattered. Once ripples spread outward, the rocky mountains collapsed, the forest blew apart, and leaves across the sky withered and exploded.
The white-haired grandmaster's fist light and saber beams rapidly unraveled. The dazzling sun dimmed, and the saber radiance that surged like a mighty river died out.
The golden threads thrust forward, interweaving into dense streams of light, indestructible and all-piercing.
The white-haired grandmaster's heart pounded, a chilling dread creeping up his entire spine. Going all out, sacred patterns spread across his body as he manifested several dharmic projections in succession.
Silver dragon-shaped light rose from his frame—several streams at once as he once more invoked a forbidden art.
With sharp hisses, all six dragons were pierced through by the golden threads. Faint, sorrowful dragon roars echoed in the void, eliciting a muffled groan from the white-haired grandmaster.
He let out a roar, blazing with brilliant radiance like a sundering sun, or an immortal ascending, as he surged forward to kill.
At this moment, both clashing sides were suffering terribly.
Yu Gensheng was in terrible shape, having lost both arms. He faced the enemy with a mutilated body. Though he was channeling and directing Qin Ming's wondrous technique, it was not his own, making the execution somewhat stiff.
Moreover, the white-haired grandmaster opposite him unleashed trump card after trump card, exploding with all his might.
Amidst hissing sounds, the golden threads pierced the white-haired grandmaster's arms, chest, and torso. Blood spurted out, tearing away portions of his flesh.
Yu Gensheng was also coughing up great mouthfuls of blood, the fractures across his body widening as his form teetered on the brink of disintegration.
The Yellow Silk Canopy spun rapidly. Brought forth by Qin Ming, it blocked directly in front. From its canopy to its handle, it was forged from exotic metal, holding firm against the immortal-like beams of light.
"Kill!"
Both sides fought desperately. Having weathered this terrifying wave of attacks, they shouted simultaneously once more.
They were simply too close. Meeting on a narrow path, whoever flinched and retreated first would immediately suffer the full brunt of the other's onslaught.
The white-haired grandmaster's mind trembled. His heart and lungs were pierced by the golden threads; seemingly soft and delicate, the filaments carried horrifying destructive power.
His physical body was pierced and cut apart. His ribs broke, half of his shredded heart tore free and fell out, his left eye was gouged through, and his frontal bone was struck by a cluster of golden threads, a piece of it shattering away.
Yet his fist light, saber Qi, and ascending immortal radiance were equally terrible. Bypassing the Yellow Silk Canopy, they filled every gap and poured down toward his opponents.
Shielding Qin Ming and Tang Yushang behind him with a light barrier, Yu Gensheng bore the brunt of those offensive arts with his own flesh.
*Bang!*
The prior fractures on Yu Gensheng's body widened further. Shaken by the violent external force, he was ripped apart—both legs severed from his torso, his abdomen blowing open.
It was a truly bloody sight; both grandmasters were grievously injured.
Yu Gensheng sent urgent mental transmissions urging Qin Ming and Tang Yushang to fall back. He had already snagged the white-haired grandmaster with golden threads and was prepared to perish together, doing everything possible to take his foe down with him.
"Tang, fall back!" Qin Ming shouted. He could not bear to watch Yu Gensheng die a gruesome death. He intended to continuously release golden threads to stitch the elder's body together and fight alongside him.
Tang Yushang replied, "If you two fall, retreating is pointless. I'll still be hunted down and killed. Better to strike together."
The white-haired grandmaster channeled the final wisp of Xuanhuang Qi remaining in his body. Blood streaming from one eye and savage light glinting from the other, he struck with everything he had.
He gambled that his opponent's condition was at its absolute worst, teetering on the verge of collapse. One more surge of power would likely settle the fight.
If he failed to silence his enemies, he feared that once they contacted their allies, he and the Holy Traveler might never walk out of this territory alive in such a severely wounded state.
Behind Yu Gensheng, dense golden threads pierced entirely into his flesh and blood.
Qin Ming was not attacking. Instead, using a gentle healing method, he temporarily pieced Yu Gensheng's legs and abdomen back together before extending the threads toward the enemy at the very end.
Yu Gensheng could no longer sacrifice himself in a mutual destruction, terrified of taking Qin Ming down with him. He had no choice but to brace himself and launch a standard assault, borrowing Qin Ming's wondrous technique to blast toward the foe.
In this final clash, both sides gave their utmost, locked in a contest of life and death.
Endless golden threads pierced the white-haired grandmaster, pinning down his body and even his spiritual field. The threads vibrated and tore violently at his flesh.
With a thunderous crash, the white-haired grandmaster disintegrated.
On the other side, the Yellow Silk Canopy rang loudly under his blows, shuddering violently before being knocked flying.
The wondrous technique unleashed by the white-haired grandmaster in his dying struggle was formidable. Though he had shattered, those beams of light still blasted outward.
Yu Gensheng's body broke into four pieces, his spirit torn as well, leaving the ground awash in blood.
Ultimately, Qin Ming had manifested the golden threads through Chaos force—an extraordinarily domineering power. When Yu Gensheng converted and magnified it to the grandmaster level, his aged vessel simply could not withstand channeling such an art.
In fact, this had only been a diminished version following conversion.
If the flawless Chaos force were used to manifest the golden threads and magnified to that same level, it would have been even harder to harness.
Coupled with the impact of the white-haired grandmaster's external strikes, internal strain and external peril combined to make it impossible for Yu Gensheng to remain standing.
Even Qin Ming and Tang Yushang, shielded behind Old Yu, suffered terrifying shocks. Their bodies were torn apart, no longer intact.
At this moment, the Holy Traveler felt a deep chill. He had never expected that opponents in such a ruined state could bring down the white-haired grandmaster beside him. It was truly terrifying.
Gliding like a ghost, he closed in instantly. A figure of his caliber naturally excelled at seizing battle opportunities; seeing that everyone was broken and crippled, he moved in for the kill without hesitation.
One of Yu Gensheng's reasonably intact feet flew up amidst a shower of light, aiming right at him.
A cold sneer touched the Holy Traveler's face. How could a single foot from a dying, bloodied grandmaster stop him?
Still, cautious by nature, he dodged it. His true objective was Qin Ming—the one who had continuously unleashed the primordial golden threads and rewritten the battle's outcome.
He wanted to eliminate this opponent first, and even more, he coveted that mysterious, wondrous technique.
The night mist world was vast. Within the supreme civilizations, there were always undisclosed, closely guarded secrets. To describe arts from forbidden domains as priceless did not begin to capture their true value.
At this point, Yu Gensheng lay scattered across the ground.
Qin Ming and Tang Yushang were in no better shape; Qin Ming's severed hand was even tangled together with Tang Yushang's severed arm.
With a swish, the Yellow Silk Canopy shot into the air. Even without anyone supplying it with spiritual essence or miraculous substances, it took the initiative to meet the enemy.
"You really don't treat this seat as a dish on the table!" the Yellow Silk Canopy spun, its voice ringing out.
Upon the canopy, not only did alluring figures appear, but light radiant as starlight flared across it. Divine ribbons hung from the tassels along its rim, billows of rich purple Qi surging forth.
It teleported, lashing out toward the Holy Traveler.
"A speaking exotic-metal weapon?" The Holy Traveler was badly shaken.
He was startled, though he quickly discerned that the weapon itself had defects, stalled at the master realm. It might have been glorious in the past, but now its luster had faded.
The Yellow Silk Canopy holding off the enemy for a single instant was enough for Qin Ming. He began piecing his body back together.
From the Chasm all the way to this place, he had suffered injury upon injury, and just now his body had split into eight pieces.
Tang Yushang was in similar straits. Their blood had mingled, their severed limbs piled together in a truly pitiful state.
"Senior." Qin Ming noticed the severity of Yu Gensheng's condition. The Chaos force had backfired on the elder, tearing his body and spirit apart. Had he not absorbed the Longevity Leaves earlier to gain abundant vitality, he would likely have perished already.
Unlike the white-haired grandmaster, who had a wisp of Xuanhuang Qi to sustain his state, Yu Gensheng had staked his life to unleash his greatest power.
Fortunately, Qin Ming was most skilled in Chaos force. Once he recovered enough, he should be able to resolve Yu Gensheng's hidden peril.
"Tang, how are you?"
Tang Yushang responded, "Move your severed hand and severed leg away."
Qin Ming said, "Didn't I just piece myself together? Do you want me to help stitch you up too?"
"No need. Take your blood back; I'll do it myself." Tang Yushang discovered that the broken shackles within her body were glowing. Having touched death's door, signs of nirvanic rebirth were emerging.
These bloodline shackles were far more mysterious than she had imagined.
Qin Ming drew the last drop of his blood back into his body, golden threads coursing all over his form.
At the same time, Tang Yushang reassembled her own body. A cocoon of light then enveloped her as her flesh repaired itself, and she passively slipped into stillness, falling unconscious.
Qin Ming extended a hand. His Adhesion force glowed, piecing Yu Gensheng back together, though a portion of the elder's flesh was clearly missing, having shattered too severely.
The backlash of Chaos force was truly terrifying!
This level of destruction was tantamount to tearing a person apart entirely—a wound grave in the extreme.
Qin Ming poured great medicines down his throat in succession. Only by recovering himself could he purge the residual Chaos force from Yu Gensheng. Moreover, he needed to deal with the Holy Traveler right now.
As for the white-haired grandmaster, his body had exploded into pieces scattered here and there. Without Longevity Leaves to preserve his bodily functions, his condition was far worse.
At this moment, the white-haired grandmaster was filled with shock and dread. His spiritual fragments were impaled by golden threads as though pinned by golden divine spikes, dimming and unable to reassemble or heal.
Qin Ming's wounds, entwined with Dao resonance, could not heal quickly, but his vitality and strength were recovering with the aid of the medicines.
Presently, the sturdy physical body he took pride in was merely a patched-together vessel covered in fractures.
He did his best to stitch himself with golden threads so he would not shatter again the moment he struck.
Not far away, the Holy Traveler's flaxen curls lifted in the night wind. His expression shifted between light and dark. He was the only one present in peak condition; the others were either dying or crippled to their lowest point. To retreat in this situation would be utterly disgraceful.
In the end, the moment he shook off the Yellow Silk Canopy, he cast an Entanglement Art on Qin Ming, locking onto his foe.
Then, as though ignoring distance, he flashed into proximity, temporarily leaving the Yellow Silk Canopy behind to hunt Qin Ming. He vaguely sensed that if he could capture this man, he might alter his destiny and soar to the skies from then on.
Qin Ming moved to meet him, his expression solemn. With every strike, he had to consider what his physical body could endure.
Just now, for instance, the moment he prepared to cleave with the Inner Landscape Heaven-Opening Axe, his body threatened to split apart simply because it demanded too much vitality and spirit.
With a sharp hiss, he unleashed the nine-colored sword baleful aura, employing an immortal path technique for a ranged attack.
"Holy Traveler, block it!" the white-haired grandmaster's spiritual fragments roared in an urgent plea for help.
The Yellow Silk Canopy was flying toward him, gradually devouring his scattered consciousness fragments.
He wanted to fight back, but the golden threads converted by Yu Gensheng pinned him down, suppressing his power. It was horrifying; he could only watch helplessly as he was consumed.
After clashing with the Holy Traveler, Qin Ming fought as if cornered at the threshold of death, going completely berserk. Bound by the Holy Traveler's Entanglement Art, the two were locked in a bloody struggle, impossible to separate.
"No—!" The white-haired grandmaster was terrified. He still wanted to live; if he could hold out until the Holy Traveler won, he might still recover.
In truth, even if the Holy Traveler intervened, he could not undo the tribulation of the golden threads for the white-haired grandmaster.
Reality was cruel. The great canopy said nothing, ruthlessly striking him repeatedly without giving him a chance.
After assessing the situation, the white-haired grandmaster realized in despair that even if the Holy Traveler could win, it would not happen quickly.
Just what kind of monster was this youth wrapped in heavenly light? Wounded to such an extent, teetering on the brink of disintegration, he could still fight the Holy Traveler to the bitter end—a true anomaly.
The white-haired grandmaster gave in to despair. He knew he was beyond saving and could not survive until the moment the Holy Traveler slew their foe.
"No!" This time, it was the Yellow Silk Canopy that cried out in dismay.
Its food was burning; the soul-light servant it held in high regard was choosing self-destruction.
The white-haired grandmaster was a decisive man. Knowing there was no way out, he would not allow himself to become sustenance for his enemy. He ignited his spiritual fragments, actively destroying himself.
"I beg you, don't kill yourself, wuuu—" The Yellow Silk Canopy wailed in utter heartbreak.
"I... hate this!" Amidst the flames of self-destruction, the white-haired grandmaster was filled with indignation. On the verge of death, he was being begged and wept over like this—his composure completely shattered.
The Yellow Silk Canopy sobbed. A grandmaster, right at its lips, had vanished just like that.
Blood dripping from his body, Qin Ming stared at the short sword in the Holy Traveler's hand. Barely a palm long and shimmering with purple light, it was a flying sword, yet held firmly in the man's grasp. It had just slashed across Qin Ming's shoulder.
"Is the Traveler civilization... this wealthy?" Qin Ming's eyes went slightly wide.
"This was an unexpected gain. Do you want it?" The Holy Traveler smiled faintly.
*Clang!* Qin Ming drew his snow-white exotic-metal short saber to defend himself.
At the same time, he prepared to unleash various trump cards to end the battle quickly; if this continued, he might not hold out.
The Yellow Silk Canopy approached, preparing to help him fight the enemy together.
With a swish, the Holy Traveler activated a teleportation talisman. Relying on the Entanglement Art, he swept Qin Ming along, vanishing into a streak of light toward the horizon.
In the blink of an eye, Qin Ming was carried eight hundred li away.
Neither spoke. This was a battle of life and death, both striking with everything they had, holding nothing back.
A moment later, Qin Ming's body broke apart once, but he pieced it back together.
The Holy Traveler looked grim. Just moments ago, he had been decapitated by the nine-colored sword baleful aura, his head flying off. Yet he was truly formidable; instantly invoking a wondrous technique, his severed parts fused, restoring him.
"Hand over that golden thread art, and I will journey far away and fight you no longer. What do you say?" the Holy Traveler proposed.
Qin Ming said, "You want me to compromise so you can push further? Resorting to such talk and tricks in a life-and-death struggle only proves your lack of confidence."
*Clang!*
The Holy Traveler unleashed the purple-glowing flying sword, slashing out beams of ascending immortal light and unleashing runes like a sky full of stars, blanketing Qin Ming with terrifying power.
Enduring the strain of threatening collapse, Qin Ming engaged his spirit field, attempting to wrench away the purple flying sword.
"Hm?"
With a swish, the Traveler civilization's renowned speed was displayed. The flaxen-haired youth, the instant his spiritual connection was severed, relied on raw physical speed to snatch the flying sword and withdraw in a flash.
Qin Ming's expression turned grim. That speed was astonishing. Even in his peak condition, he would have to push his Chaos force to the absolute limit to keep up.
His wounded body was in too grave a condition to fully unleash many of his trump cards. With an opponent this swift, failing to kill him in a single blow might allow him to flee in an instant.
In his current state, Qin Ming could never catch up.
He decided to take a gamble.
Every golden thread he could channel was stitched into his own body; otherwise, in such high-intensity combat, no matter how careful he was, he would have disintegrated long ago.
Moment later, in a white-hot clash where blood splashed everywhere, Qin Ming cast caution for his flesh aside and released the golden threads entirely, thrusting them forward.
In the process, he not only split apart again, but shattered even more violently, breaking into dozens, even hundreds of fragments.
The Holy Traveler's body erupted with multi-colored rain of light, as though ascending to immortality, moving at the absolute peak of speed. Clearly, his mastery of speed arts was something not even the white-haired grandmaster had fully learned.
This was one of the supreme heritages of the Traveler faction.
Dense golden threads pierced through space like a sheet of flowing light, pursuing him. Missing the first strike, they followed up instantly, tracking his teleportations several times.
"This—!" The Holy Traveler's heart skipped a beat.
His opponent's technique was a sliver faster than him in the domain of speed! In the end, the golden threads struck him like golden needles.
"Ah—!" Overconfident, both his form and spirit were pierced through.
He had previously observed the battle between the grandmasters and witnessed the speed of the golden threads, deducing that in a battle of equals, he could evade them.
However, he did not know that the golden threads converted by Yu Gensheng were an abridged version.
It was a fatal miscalculation. The Holy Traveler did everything he could to neutralize them, snapping several threads, but in the end, he was completely suppressed.
Like an insect pinned by golden needles, he could not move at all.
Qin Ming's body lay scattered in pieces across the ground. His vitality was heavily depleted, and he sighed inwardly. He had truly suffered terribly in recent days—exploding once in the blood-colored forest, and now blasting apart repeatedly today.
Had he not thoroughly studied the *Scripture of Harmonizing Body and Dao*, his form would have been pulverized, leaving no chance to piece himself back together.
*Lately, clashing repeatedly with saints of other supreme systems, some of my trump cards haven't been as effective. I've had to rely on a select few to pull through.*
Qin Ming struggled to activate his Adhesion force, gathering his scattered severed limbs from across the area.
*Once I polish the Fourth Realm to perfection and break through to the master domain, fusing Rulai force, Yuqing force, and Six Imperial forces, my striking power should rise significantly.* He eagerly anticipated the Fifth Realm. Though it harbored the True Form death tribulation, it also represented an opportunity to transform his Chaos force toward great completion.
After Qin Ming's body was stitched together once more, he picked up the purple-glowing exotic-metal sword from the ground. Barely a palm long, this flying sword alone compensated for all his losses today; such a treasure could not be bought even with day gold.
Sword in his left hand and saber in his right, both forged from exotic metal—one white and lustrous, the other purple and radiant—they reflected each other's glow. Staggering forward, he pierced the Holy Traveler between the brows, then slashed with saber and sword repeatedly, cutting the man down to his weakest state.
Only then did Qin Ming sit cross-legged to heal his wounds. Soon, golden threads enveloped him entirely, like an immortal pupa forming a cocoon or feathering light weaving garments, bathed in golden mist and steaming rain of light.
Hundreds of thousands of li away, high in the firmament, the Dog Sword Immortal subdued a Seventh Realm Traveler, cursing profanely, "Old Liu made me watch the gate for five hundred years—I accepted that, and I endured it! But what the hell are you? Daring to talk about keeping me as a pet and making me a watchdog? I'll beat you to death, you dog of a bastard!"
Immortal light surged violently in the night sky.
The Dog Sword Immortal slew the Seventh Realm Traveler and extracted the faint, residual Xuanhuang Qi from his body. Pulling a sullen dog face, he found it barely compensated for his own expenditure. The trade had hardly been worth it.
After an unknown amount of time, Qin Ming suddenly opened his eyes. Sensing someone approaching, he was on high alert, but he soon relaxed. It was Tang Yushang.
After awakening, she had followed this direction to track him down, leaving the Yellow Silk Canopy to guard Yu Gensheng.
Spotting Qin Ming and seeing that he was unharmed, she let out a long breath of relief.
"How are you?" she asked with concern.
Qin Ming said, "I blew apart once and barely subdued the opponent. I need quiet rest."
Tang Yushang saw the Holy Traveler's mangled body pinned to the ground by golden threads and felt deeply shaken. As exhausted and drained as Qin Ming was, he had actually brought this man down.
Qin Ming's expression suddenly changed. "How is Senior Yu? No, I must get back immediately to smooth out the Chaos force in his body!"
Tang Yushang hesitated briefly, then lifted him onto her back. Manifesting a chain, she bound the Holy Traveler's remains and rushed back through the night mist.
Strands of her dark hair brushed against Qin Ming's face, tickling his skin and nearly making him sneeze.
Her slender, graceful frame was quite soft, her back elegant and waist lithe, yet strong enough to carry him.
Her snow-white neck glowed faintly, carrying a refreshing, delicate fragrance to Qin Ming's nose.
He calmed his mind and began circulating the silk book method to heal earnestly. His own body emitted a light, clear fragrance as vigorous vitality surged within him.
Truth be told, the Holy Traveler was remarkably powerful. Though pinned and sealed by Qin Ming to the point of unconsciousness, he was already beginning to stir awake.
The next instant, he was pierced simultaneously by Qin Ming's golden threads and Tang Yushang's immortal light, his consciousness tragically plunging into darkness once more.
Soon, Tang Yushang noticed something amiss. Qin Ming's body grew feverish as it had before, the heat transmitting to her and tinting her cheeks crimson.
Such a strong masculine presence was overwhelmingly potent.
The next moment, Qin Ming felt the world spin. Tang Yushang was now dragging him along by his collar.
"Wait—Tang, you really aren't treating me like a wounded patient!" Qin Ming protested.
Tang Yushang's figure was graceful and tall. Carrying one by the collar and dragging another by a chain, she sped along and said, "Use the night wind to cool down. Hurry up and heal."
Qin Ming asked, "Tang, do you feel any discomfort anywhere?"
"Shut up!" Tang Yushang's face flushed slightly.
"I just wanted to ask—when we were both in pieces and fell together, I didn't attach any wrong bones or anything, did I?"
The next moment, Qin Ming was nearly tossed down from the night sky.
Returning to the earlier battlefield, Qin Ming immediately drew out the Chaos force from Yu Gensheng to patch him up. Fortunately, thanks to the Longevity Leaves, Old Yu's condition had stabilized and worsened no further.
Tang Yushang set off once more to search for Bai Meng and Pei Shuyan.
Much later, Qin Ming was thoroughly exhausted, but he had pulled Grandmaster Yu Gensheng back from the brink. The old man sank into a peaceful slumber, his body slowly recovering.
In the distance, Bai Meng appeared and shouted from afar, "Brother Ming, I heard you shattered too, and more than once! Are you missing any pieces?"
Found by Tang Yushang, he had returned carrying the unconscious Pei Shuyan on his back.
"You little bastard..." Qin Ming wanted to drag his battered body over and beat him senseless.
Still, he checked himself over and decided he was indeed fine.
"Brother Ming, take care of yourself!" Bai Meng yelled as he ran closer.
Just as Qin Ming prepared to teach him a lesson, he noticed Bai Meng was covered in blood—blood belonging to Pei Shuyan.
Bai Meng said, "Brother Ming, hurry and save Brother Pei! I was running with him on my back and he fell apart again. Luckily I didn't lose anything of his, but the pain was so unbearable he started beating himself and passed out."
Half a day later, they set off, searching for ancient Mist Gates while interrogating, beating, and soul-searching the Holy Traveler.
With a bang, part of the Holy Traveler's body blew apart.
Opening his eyes, his gaze was dark and cold, utter silence his only reply.
To prevent him from detonating himself, Qin Ming pricked him with thousands of needles.
With a crack, during the soul search, part of the Holy Traveler's spiritual field fractured. The bloody methods he had inflicted upon the immortal path master and Pei Shuyan's fellow disciples were now visited upon him one by one.
Bai Meng shook the unconscious Pei Shuyan. "Duke Pei, wake up! Your great enemy has fallen into our hands."
Opening his eyes, Old Pei's consciousness gradually returned. Once he came to his senses, he glared. "What... did you just call me?"
Bai Meng said, "Don't misunderstand! Doesn't your mortal family have a ducal background?"
"Motherfucker, isn't that title also given to eunuchs?!" Pei Shuyan felt stabbed to the heart, wanting nothing more than to hit him.
Afterward, Pei Shuyan glared viciously at the Holy Traveler and stomped down, ensuring his foe was also permanently missing a piece.
The Holy Traveler's eyes widened to the point of tearing, enraged to the extreme.
"Don't kill him!" Qin Ming said. He still wanted to search the man's memories further. Unfortunately, the core spiritual imprint could not be touched; restrictions guarded it, threatening to detonate with any deeper probing.
Several days later, passing through multiple Mist Gates, they finally returned!
At this time, various factions were gathered high above, fraught with worry, wondering whether the war beyond their realm had concluded and whether their own camp had prevailed.
Now, masters of all paths had gathered to prepare for whatever upheavals might come.
The distance between the lands was too great, and no one was willing to venture back to the enclave, temporarily cutting off communication. Everyone waited for news.
Qin Ming and his companions had finally returned, bypassing the heights to arrive directly in Yezhou.
"Hopefully there will be a period of peace, with no more bloody battles."
Two days later, earth-shattering energy fluctuations resonated from the massive Chasm, carrying all the way into the territory of Yujing.
"The supreme blood battle... has ended. Did we win, or are we about to be purged by the forces of the outer realm?!"
Chapter 563