The battlefield.
Guangchengzi glanced at Empress Shi Ji. Her aura was so faint that she was nearly at death's door, with only the slightest thread of breath rising and falling in her throat. He formed a hand seal, and the Fan Tian Seal soared into the air with a thunderous roar, ready to deliver another blow and finish her completely.
In an instant, the void tore apart, and an immense, boundless might descended from nowhere!
Guangchengzi's entire body stiffened. His hairs stood on end, and a chill ran down his spine. It was a premonition of death that reached straight into his soul—sudden, yet so real it was suffocating.
Whoosh.
Figures flooded across the battlefield like a tide, spreading out in a dense, endless mass!
A hundred thousand Jie Sect disciples had descended in full force from Golden Ao Island!
Guangchengzi froze on the spot, his mind buzzing. What was going on?
How had such an enormous crowd appeared in the blink of an eye? Looking closely at the patterns on their robes and the styles of their swords, they were clearly all Jie Sect disciples!
"Today shall be the day the Chan Teachings are destroyed!"
An enraged roar tore through the sky, its killing intent surging like an icy tide and sweeping across the land in an instant. The air seemed frozen solid; even the wind stood still.
Sect Master Tongtian stood upon the void, suspended in midair. His oppressive aura bore down like mountains collapsing, crushing heavily toward the earth. Every Chan Teachings disciple and Western Qi soldier felt their hearts tighten, their throats constrict, and their limbs turn cold, as though death itself had silently pressed against the backs of their necks!
He had personally led the entire army of Golden Ao Island here! Even five Saints