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Time slipped by, and two hours quietly passed.
Suddenly, an eagle's cry pierced through the air, its wail shrill as a ghost's sob, making one's heart and liver tremble.
From far away, a suffocating pressure rolled in.
Brilliant light shot from Chen Hong's eyes. His robe sleeves stirred on their own though there was no wind, and he slowly rose, his figure as steady as deep waters and towering mountains. A metallic voice burst from his throat. "At last, it came."
When Yang Jingxue lifted her eyes, cold stars seemed to flash in their depths. "We've been in the mountains for five days altogether and hunted six Saint King Level soul beasts. It's no surprise that it's arrived now."
Before her words had even faded, the moon's disk was cut apart by wings that blotted out the sky.
Black clouds pressed down from midair, Ten Thousand Feathers whirled, and the sound of beating wings was like a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers pounding Kui-hide war drums.
The ground suddenly shook. Tiger roars and elephant cries rose one after another, like primordial beasts breaking free of their shackles. Wherever they passed, ancient trees snapped and mountain rocks split, and even the stars and moon dimmed under that overwhelming ferocity.
Chen Hong tapped his toes lightly, his figure sweeping like a lone crane onto a perilous crag ten zhang high.
The night wind howled, lifting his blue cloak and revealing the soft armor beneath, crimson as blood—the very Cloud-Swallowing War Robe he had worn years ago outside the Foreign Legion, when he had broken through a hundred formations alone on horseback.
Everyone was now on a high platform atop a mountain peak. To the west of the stone platform was a cliff wall, while the northern and southern sides were