Azure edges crisscrossed the battlefield like chaotically slashed Sword Qi, tearing shocking rifts through the void.
"Why didn't you stop them?"
Su Wanjun shot the crow a sidelong glance. She could tell it was frantic and beside itself with rage.
"Even if you had acted, I wouldn't have stopped you."
The crow sighed. "I told you before: a fate official's Dao Path is neither life nor death, neither saving nor being saved. But I never expected that he had already gained That Existence's recognition."
That Existence?
Su Wanjun fell into thought. Did it refer to the artifact spirit that had taken the form of a little girl, or the artifact spirit's master?
Perhaps it was precisely because it had seen this that the "one who knew," no matter how frantic it was, had never tried to stop it.
The battlefield was a scene of upheaval and chaos.
Watching this great battle, Su Wanjun recalled the bloody wars that played out every day on the battlefield beyond the other shore, and her gaze could not help turning distant.
Clang!
A heaven-shaking collision rang out. The White Emperor Spear was blasted away, flung high into the air before crashing down in the distance.
Shaohao Zhui, who had held the White Emperor Spear, was cut in two at the waist.
That bloody sight sent chills through the hearts of countless Dao Ancestors.
The battle had lasted only a moment, yet their side had already collapsed beyond repair!
The dharma bodies of dozens of Dao Ancestors died violently on the spot.
From beginning to end, no one had managed to shake that girl in azure robes in the slightest!
Those Dao Ancestors had weathered who knew how many dangers.
Yet now, they had been slaughtered into terror, slaughtered into despair!
Not only could they