Exile—or even annihilation!
"What's going on?!"
"They're alive?!"
Zhan Feng's pupils shrank as he stared in disbelief at the sudden change before him.
One moment, they were watching a replay of historical projections. The next, they were caught in a real-life fight to the death!
The change defied everything he knew, sending a chill down his spine.
Jiang Shu had already been poised to strike. The instant the Demon Venerable roared, the Desolate Star Halberd in his hand became a gray stream of light, tearing through the dim sky.
Panwu Sky-Opening Axe!
This Demon Venerable was a true powerhouse at the Venerable level. Their only chance of escape was to go all out from the very beginning.
Rumble!
This was no simple sweep of a halberd shadow. It fused the weight and dominance of Primordial Dao Rhyme. Gray currents gathered around the Desolate Star Halberd, forming the phantom of a colossal axe blade. With the might to shatter space, it crashed down on several Ancient Barbarian Soldiers charging at the forefront.
Splurt!
The phantom blade swept through, and the Ancient Barbarian Soldiers clad in dark bone armor fell one after another.
But the expected spray of blood never came. The wounds exposed no flesh or organs, only dark-brown tissue, like rotten wood that had decayed for millions of years.
Shriveled and cracked, it held not a trace of life or color!
Any other living being would have had no chance of surviving an attack from Jiang Shu.
Strangely, the fallen Ancient Barbarian Soldiers did not collapse. Instead, the violent fragments of law and dark-red currents filling the gorge poured into them.
Their severed wounds visibly wriggled and knit back together. The dark-brown tissue reconnected and repaired itself.
In the span of a few breaths, they stiffly climbed back to their