Ten Supremes against nine Supremes—the advantage is ours.
As Lin Heng peered into the outside world, the image in the mirror flickered erratically, as though it were being severely disrupted.
After all, this broadcast came from the Sword Spirit's point of view.
The Sword Spirit was merely the sword-soul will of the Nine Heavens Sword. Being able to preserve anything amid a battle between Supremes had already surpassed her limits.
"Damn it, I can't see it anymore."
"This doesn't look good."
"No, I have to find a way out and take a look. Come to think of it, why isn't Little Cabbage anywhere in the image?"
Misgivings rose in Lin Heng's heart, but he did not dwell on them. In a flash, he left his place of seclusion to find Xiao Muyu and have her throw him out.
The Supremes of the ancient sages' generation truly deserved to be called the old guard.
Whether in skill or experience, they far surpassed the younger generation. Even among those of the same realm, few could hope to overpower them.
The vast ancient battlefield of the Central Domain seemed fated to become certain people's graveyard.
The battlefield below had formed a horn formation, completely interlocked into place.
A million against ten thousand—a hundredfold difference. The advantage was simply too great.
On the battlefield above, domains crisscrossed and divided the sky into patches of varying sizes.
At this point, no one could tell whose domain overlaid whose.
Not to mention the endless phenomena within those domains—reviving amid annihilation, dispersing amid revival.
"Heaven-Walking Dao, completion!"
The Taoist Nun flashed out of the entire battlefield, her white hair streaming and her robes snapping in the wind.
Her supple, lustrous skin was visibly aging at a speed discernible to the naked eye.
Before her, a heavenly