The two Saints stationed at the Merit Tower watched Qin He disappear, then turned and cast their gazes back toward the horizon several hundred miles away.
That place had long exceeded the limits of sight. Clouds churned as if boiling, while the laws between heaven and earth trembled madly.
With every rumble that reached them, fine patterns rippled across the Soul-Congealing Jade paving beneath their feet, and the defensive halo above Tower City flickered in response.
The halberd-wielding Saint closed his eyes and sensed the situation for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly. His tone held a trace of doubt. "Something is wrong. The Order Law pressure of the two lords is immensely powerful, sealing the battlefield layer upon layer. Yet that Sky Demon's aura is actually weakening bit by bit, without the slightest sign of struggle."
The other Saint, who wielded seals, slowly nodded as well. Merit Runes flowed around his fingertips as he probed the battlefield's lingering aftermath. "The battlefield has not gone out of control. One could even say that the two lords are crushing it unilaterally."
He paused, his tone growing more puzzled. "Although the Longevity Church has recently been stirring at the border, they only dare to bully some soft persimmons on the outskirts. Even if they had a hundred times the courage, they would not dare invade Apocalypse City. And the 'helper' Wei Canglan mentioned earlier—why can't we sense them?"
"No, his injuries?" The halberd-wielding Saint's eyes darkened.
The two exchanged a glance, each seeing alarm in the other's eyes. Their countless past experiences hunting down evil cultivators made them instantly catch the scent of a conspiracy.
"There's something wrong with Wei Canglan!"
The two growled in unison, their voices brimming with shock and fury.
The seal-wielding Saint abruptly raised a hand. Brilliant golden