Mystic Heaven Realm, Heaven-Cut Mountain Range, Sword-Burial Valley.
A black-robed old man stood suspended in the air.
His face was gaunt, his eyes shadowed, and he exuded the terrifying pressure of a late-stage Void Realm cultivator.
"Ants of the Mystic Heaven Realm!"
"Stop making pointless resistance!"
"My patience is limited. I'll give you ten more breaths. If you still refuse to hand it over voluntarily, I'll break the formation and slaughter your realm!"
As he spoke, he pressed one hand against the formation's light barrier.
Black energy coiled around his palm, continuously corroding the formation.
Inside the formation, Zixiao Zhenren and the many experts of the Mystic Heaven Realm struggled to hold on.
"Senior, this Jietian War concerns the future of our Mystic Heaven Realm. We will not give up!"
"Even if the Mystic Heaven Realm fights until the last man, we will still seize that sliver of hope!"
The black-robed old man sneered when he heard this.
"Humph!"
"Stubborn fools!"
"Then prepare to bear my wrath!"
With that, he suddenly exerted force with his hand, intending to speed up the destruction of the formation.
But just then, a calm voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Your wrath?"
The black-robed old man abruptly turned around and saw a figure in green robes who had somehow appeared within a hundred zhang of him.
"You are..."
The black-robed old man's pupils contracted as realization dawned on him.
"The conqueror of the Mystic Heaven Realm?"
His divine sense swept over Jiang Fan, and he was momentarily stunned.
"Peak Emperor Realm?"
Then he scoffed.
"Heh, a mere Emperor Realm cultivator dares show himself?"
"You're just one more person to be buried with them!"
Jiang Fan had deliberately suppressed his aura to the peak Emperor Realm in order to mislead his opponent.
Seeing the black-robed old