Time flew by, and several weeks passed in the blink of an eye.
The slaughter within the Abyss of Demise had reached a fever pitch. The geniuses of the Nine Regions fought bloody battles across this ancient battlefield for spiritual opportunities. Countless teams had been eliminated, while new powerhouses rose to fame atop the corpses of the defeated.
The three teams led by Zhou Yuan, Zuoqiu Qingyu, and Li Qingchan of the Tianyuan Domain had charged forward triumphantly with their formidable strength and seamless coordination, achieving brilliant records and becoming the most dazzling dark horses of this Grand Assembly. Meanwhile, the three foremost geniuses—Zhao Mushen of the Wanzu Domain, Wu Yao of the Wushen Domain, and Su Youwei of the Purple Sky Domain—had swept aside every opponent with unmatched dominance, securing their places in the final showdown early on.
At this moment, deep within the Abyss of Demise, atop the head of that ancient stone statue that towered into the heavens, lay a vast plain.
Three figures stood in a triangular formation. The atmosphere was stagnant, Origin Qi surging beneath the surface, yet there was little scent of gunpowder. Instead, an eerie calm prevailed.
Zhao Mushen calmly swept his gaze over Wu Yao and Su Youwei before him. His eyes were deep, revealing neither joy nor anger. He knew full well how strong these two women were. Either one was enough to contend with him. But this opportunity was something he was determined to obtain.
He slowly spoke, his voice steady and utterly devoid of ripples. "Ladies, it seems today's battle is unavoidable."
Wu Yao wore a red dress, her figure proud and graceful, her phoenix eyes cool. Hearing this, she merely gave him an indifferent glance. Her red lips parted, and her tone carried a matter-of-fact aloofness. "Zhao Mushen,