Swallowing Heaven

"Shen Qian!"

With an angry roar, No. 56's figure emerged from an extremely distant place. His aura was wildly unstable, and the red robe on his body was tattered beyond recognition. This defensive spirit artifact, clearly no ordinary item, had been completely ruined.

More Witch Clan marquises emerged from different directions, but their numbers were clearly far fewer than before.

No. 56 swept his gaze across them. Of the original sixteen marquises, five had fallen outright!

It was precisely because those five had borne the brunt of the attack and offset most of the destructive aftermath that the remaining Witch Clan marquises had survived by sheer luck.

Even so, nearly half of them were seriously wounded and had lost most of their combat strength.

The power of the Silent Blade's self-destruction did not end there. The several thousand Witch Clan Divine Realm experts—the Mountain Sea powerhouses—who had first emerged from the rift had likewise been blasted into disarray. A glance revealed cries of agony everywhere.

At least several hundred Mountain Sea Martial Artists had perished on the spot.

That was only because they had been farther away. Otherwise, the Witch Clan army that had first entered Earth's Core City would likely have been wiped out entirely.

By now, No. 56 understood that all of this had been part of Shen Qian's calculations.

First, Shen Qian had abruptly killed Marquis Tuodong. While enraging them, he had also made No. 56 afraid to spread out their fighting strength, seeking to eliminate Shen Qian at the lowest possible cost.

That, instead, had played directly into Shen Qian's second trap, allowing the self-destructing Star Blade to unleash its greatest power.

No. 56 could not believe that Shen Qian, so young, possessed such a calculating mind. Yet the facts before him left him no choice