Light rain poured down, yet instead of falling, it streaked across the sky. Dazzling radiance illuminated the ink-black firmament.
It was not true "rain," but one powerful living being after another.
They charged out from the densely packed, resplendent City of Fallen Immortals and headed toward the distant sky, moving even faster than the City of Fallen Immortals advancing in formation.
Their momentum erupted, making the sky surge like tidal waves crashing against the shore. Their senses, gazes, and more all locked onto a region in the distance.
There, the vision of sun and moon overlapping bloomed, while four-colored radiance boiled like fire. Lin Xuan fell through the air with his blade in hand.
At the spot his battle blade pointed toward, Mo Luo of the Dark Dragon Clan—the Dark Forest commander-in-chief of the Ascension Realm battlefield—was filled with terror. His mountain-like body had long since shrunk to the height of a man and was in a semi-ethereal state.
The originally brilliant half-moon on Mo Luo's chest had completely lost its glow. Its power had been utterly depleted, and Mo Luo's own aura had fallen to its freezing point.
"Lin... Xuan..."
Mo Luo roared hoarsely, his voice brimming with despair. Even the flame of hope that had once rekindled in his heart now showed signs of going out.
"Commander-in-Chief!"
Amid the streaking light rain, clamorous cries rang out. Power also surged forth, and the aura of profound meanings erupted like a tide.
Unfortunately, they were too far away. No matter how furious the Dark Hordes were, it seemed they would not make the rescue in time.
What was more, they felt a terrifying pressure descend upon them, making their power sluggish and drastically reducing their speed.
The Invincible Self Momentum displayed its might. Lin Xuan was far away from them,