The Kunpeng spread its wings, and in the space of a breath, day and night began to alternate.
The boundless sea became a canopy that blotted out the sun and covered the blue sky.
The art of overturning heaven and earth instantly imprisoned the spiritual energy, turning it into invisible chains that sought to lock the mighty divine being stepping out of the abyss within the void.
The interwoven spiritual net turned into a muddy swamp and frigid pool. Once trapped within, one could never rise again.
The Cloud-Hanging Venerable, clad in armor and treading the void, stood atop the Kunpeng's head, his Heavenly Roc Blade slanting forward.
"Kill!"
For a moment, boundless pressure descended.
Abundant spiritual energy from the Kunpeng gathered into an illusory blade-light that could cleave heaven.
From afar, it seemed less like a blade than a beam of light.
The aurora severed yin and yang, dividing dusk from dawn.
It spread toward that divine being's neck.
This beam.
This slash.
Their coordination was exquisite.
Even if another late-stage Venerable had taken its place, they could only have resisted it head-on.
How could an ordinary cultivator withstand a cultivator at the peak of the Venerable realm, one who had comprehended the Dao in this domain for a century and touched the edge of sainthood?
After that slash was unleashed, heaven and earth instinctively changed color. Perhaps it was the reflected brilliance, or perhaps the technique was simply powerful enough to affect heaven and earth.
No one could tell, nor did anyone care.
Both sides on the battlefield cared only about their opponent, while the remnants of the Kunpeng Sect now cared only whether their Patriarch could win.
The moment that blade fell.
The many Nascent Soul True Lords let out long breaths of stale air.
In their