Beneath the gloomy, dim sky, Shu, the God of Wind, and Set, the God of Yellow Sand, concealed themselves among the clouds, looking down at the shattered city moving eastward.
Along the city's path, a great number of "Mysteries" were rushing toward it. These powerful "Mysteries" that dwelled within the mist were now like sharks that had scented blood, swarming toward the shattered city.
Two hundred, three hundred, four hundred...
The dark masses of figures were like thick ink-black clouds, blotting out half the sky.
"Now he won't have time to draw his sword against us." Shu said calmly. "All we need to do is wait for him to be ground to death by this endless Beast Tide, then take over the city..."
Set glanced at him. "When it comes to using underhanded tactics, you're still better at it."
"As long as we complete the Sun God's mission."
Shu spoke indifferently.
Clang—!!!
At that moment, a resounding sword cry pierced the heavens.
A streak of snow-white sword radiance shot out from the Fengdu Law, piercing through space in the blink of an eye as it rapidly approached them.
Set and Shu's expressions changed at the same time!
"Why is he coming this way?!" Shu exclaimed in surprise. "Doesn't he care whether the people in that city live or die?"
Set's expression darkened. "I take back what I just said. Your methods... don't seem very effective either."
Whoosh—!
A black-clad figure carrying a sword strode through the air, wrapped in towering Sword Intent.
Nearly half of Zhou Ping's body had turned transparent, but even so, his eyes still contained shocking sword radiance that no one could look upon directly.
Shu and Set keenly sensed that Zhou Ping's bearing was now completely different.
The previous Zhou Ping had fought with the body