Inside the Swallowing Heaven Tower, everyone watched Fang Chen cut through the boundless ranks of Heavenly Slaves, growing stronger the longer he fought, as though he knew no fatigue. Their shock had long since passed the point where words could express it.
"Was he really only at the Great Emperor Realm?"
A young prisoner they had rescued murmured the question.
Immortal Emperor Yin-Yang gazed at the dull gray sword and slowly exhaled. The last trace of doubt in his eyes gave way to deep reverence and anticipation.
Perhaps this young man really could lead them down a path no one had ever walked before.
The battle in the Void continued.
Far off in the depths of the starry sky, colder and more Ancient presences seemed to have been stirred by the violent energy surges and the deaths of so many Heavenly Slaves. They cast an indifferent glance toward the region.
Under the Floating Immortal Sword's tireless devouring and Fang Chen's ever more practiced swordsmanship, the tide of Heavenly Slaves dwindled at a visible rate.
The dark flood that had once blotted out the sky had been reduced to a scattering of stragglers. They roared and charged blindly through the Void, but could no longer pose any real threat to Fang Chen.
Fang Chen stood at the center of the battlefield, his aura full and surging. He had clearly advanced since the fight began.
His Cultivation at the peak of the Nine-Revolution Immortal King level had completely stabilized and taken another solid step forward. Though he had not broken through the barrier to Immortal Emperor, repeated blows seemed to have worn it thinner.
It was a contradictory feeling. His foundation had been forged to a terrifying degree, making a breakthrough perhaps even harder. But once it came, it would shake stone