There were no more powerful warriors in the corridor. Lu Yang went up the stairs to the second floor and followed the route given by the Arcane King, taking the second-to-last passage on the right.
After turning several corners, Lu Yang arrived at a damaged wall. The wall was a hundred thousand meters high, with a massive hole forty thousand meters in diameter.
Lu Yang could easily jump out through the opening, but he did not rush. Instead, he carefully examined the scene outside.
Gray holy light poured down from a vortex a million meters above, and the world beneath it had already been completely shattered.
Purple spatial rifts were everywhere, spewing terrifying blue light. Yet shattered space alone was not enough to inspire despair—the ground itself had shattered as well.
What should have been a complete, boundless world had fractured into countless isolated islands.
Each island floated in midair, surrounded by shattered space, with a bottomless void beneath it.
Boom!
A bolt of Void Lightning flashed from a nearby rift and struck the ground, erupting in a violent blaze.
Lu Yang sighed. "Just how brutal must that war have been?"
The Arcane King sighed as well. "Fewer than three thousand Holy Blade Clan warriors survived that battle. Two Saint-tier experts died. Along with me, there was another Holy Blade Clan elder. We explored all kinds of rifts before us and found seven paths leading outside. This one is the fastest route to the main battlefield."
Among the countless floating islands, directly beneath the Gray Sky vortex, was the largest island. That was Lu Yang's destination. However, it was several thousand kilometers away in a straight line, and purple void rifts filled the route between them.
"Kill him!"
Shouts of battle suddenly came from the distance. Lu Yang turned to