Four divine sparks fused atop the altar into a slightly larger flame, then split into two streams that drifted toward the halos above Aoko Aozaki and Alice Kuonji's heads.
Their halos were like records spinning at high speed. Vast amounts of information merged, drew together, and finally fused into a flawless whole.
If Aoko had previously felt that her state of being a "demigod" lacked some sense of reality, it was now as if she had put on a pair of perfectly fitted glasses. The cultivators fell silent. None of them could break the mountain-protecting formation alone unless they worked together as one.
He also felt that, with the means currently at his disposal, investigating Chen Yu would not be too difficult.
Changye, standing at the top of the slope, watched the white-robed youth perform a series of ferocious maneuvers before suddenly vanishing. He was utterly stunned. He had never expected such a young immortal cultivator to possess such rare talismans and armor.
Zheng Jiuzhou did not stand on ceremony either. He had already taken down the fire axe strapped to his back and swiftly poured firepower into it, causing the entire axe to blaze into a massive flaming weapon.
The First Emperor was severely wounded. Whether he could survive this critical juncture between life and death was impossible to predict. Although the culprit behind all this was that strange existence from the demon race, if the leaders of the Hundred Schools had not betrayed their own people, colluded with the demons, and ushered that demon existence here, the First Emperor would never have ended up like this.
That sword strike from Dasha Cha had actually injured Chanan just now, but Chanan's health bar had only dropped by an imperceptible sliver.
The guy across from him reeked of alcohol and