The red-browed burly man furrowed his brow, about to press the point, when Yun Yewang's expression turned thoughtful. "It's certainly worth going closer for a look, Hong Envoy. Take your time and consider it carefully."
The long-haired elder locked onto the scene with his divine sense for a moment, then came around as well. "Our lord speaks wisely. This battle is truly strange. Why can we only detect one side's attacks, as if the other side doesn't exist at all? Surely that man isn't attacking empty air. How bizarre. Of course we have to get to the bottom of it."
Yun Yewang led the two of them southwest at once. In just a dozen breaths, they arrived in time to see Xu Yi attacking the Nameless One.
Xu Yi had sensed the three of them approaching long ago and had kept a Magnetic Core Bead ready in his hand. His own stock of Magnetic Core Beads had long since run dry; this one had come from his spoils of war, and it was his last.
As the three drew near, he hurled the Magnetic Core Bead. It struck the Nameless One squarely, and with a deafening boom, an explosive shockwave erupted. The Nameless One remained utterly motionless.
After the blast, the Nameless One's clothes were in tatters, revealing snow-white skin as smooth as jade, not so much as a scratch on it.
Yun Yewang and the others all changed expression. Yun Yewang most of all—the joy and astonishment in his eyes seemed ready to burst out of him.
Along the way, they had also come across cultivators fighting over the remains of prehistoric great demons.
But once those battles ended, the remains one side had fought to seize were always like that broken armor shard from the Roaring Sky Beast: