At the city gate, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed one could wring water from it. Every guard stood as though facing a great enemy, gripping their Magic Artifacts tightly as cold light gleamed from them.
Their bodies were taut, and their eyes mingled tension with vigilance, like arrows drawn upon bowstrings.
Though their own general was renowned far and wide and possessed transcendent strength, several hundred unknown cultivators had now descended like dark clouds pressing upon the city. Unease inevitably stirred in their hearts.
Lin Yunzhong stood at the very front, straight as a pine, his gaze blazing as he watched the uninvited guests opposite him.
At the slightest unusual movement from them, he would give the attack order without hesitation and let the intruders taste Longqing City's might.
Whether they could win was another matter. In defending their home, they would lead from the front.
When those foreign cultivators suddenly saw a terrifying expert appear atop the city wall as though a deity had descended, their formation instantly erupted into commotion like a pot of boiling oil.
At their head stood a stern-faced middle-aged man. Clad in black robes, he seemed to meld into the night, mysterious and unfathomable.
His eyes resembled deep pools, holding the steadiness and competence forged through countless battles. The marks left by time and combat could faintly be seen within them.
His cultivation was equally extraordinary. He had already reached the peak Spirit Severing Realm, seemingly just one step away from the legendary Body Integration Realm.
Yet that single step was like a heavenly chasm, for he had yet to comprehend the Power of Law. A breakthrough was like a flower reflected in a mirror, the moon in water—visible but forever beyond reach.
Several other Spirit Severing Realm experts with equally formidable