"Hmph, I told you long ago—you could never be my match."
"The uncanny does not die; the Death God lives forever."
"You missed your chance."
"To die in vain for a lifetime and sever your reincarnation—is it worth it?"
In the next instant, the Nether Bear leapt violently. Its enormous body, like a mountain, pounced into the rolling smoke and dust.
"No!"
"Wretched beast!"
"..."
Countless people cursed, their hearts sinking to the very bottom.
The Nether Bear paused, shaking its head. It had clearly gained the upper hand and looked ready to deliver a killing blow.
No one dared imagine the consequences if Qin He lost.
No one would survive.
The heavily wounded uncanny entity desperately needed replenishment. The living beings of the Black Wind Mountain Domain would all become nourishment.
A very small number of weak-willed people had already begun to think of retreating.
At the very moment everyone's hearts rose to their throats, time itself seemed to freeze for an instant.
Without warning, a beam of golden light suddenly tore through the rolling dust. In that instant, it shone with boundless brilliance, illuminating the entire Black Wind Mountain.
It was too bright, like a ray of light cleaving through the ages, like it had come from the other end of the river of time, crossing endless history to arrive in the present—limitlessly resplendent, unleashed to the utmost.
Even the blazing sun could not compete with its radiance!
At the core of the dazzling golden light was a two-foot-long sword tip. Its broken edge spun through the air, bearing a terrifying claw mark.
"It's the Broken Sword!"
A peerless expert resisted the dazzling golden light and stared straight at its core, crying out in alarm, "That strike is no trivial matter!"
Pfft!
The dazzling golden light shot toward