Yang Lingtian's gaze sharpened, and instead of retreating, he advanced.
His figure was as fast as lightning, weaving through the airtight barrage of attacks.
The Sky-Piercing Divine Sword in his hand transformed into streaks of Chaos Radiance. With every swing, he had to give it his all just to barely tear open a gap.
Sword Qi crisscrossed the air. Chaos Power erupted, and the thunderous collisions of laws were deafening.
Space cycled endlessly between collapse and reconstruction.
The entire twelfth floor had transformed into the most primordial and terrifying battlefield of destruction.
The battle had entered a fever pitch from the very beginning.
Outside.
Everyone in the square maintained their upward-gazing posture, standing motionless.
On the light screen, the energy curve representing Yang Lingtian continued to rise and fall wildly and violently.
One hour.
An entire hour passed.
"An hour... He actually... fought on the twelfth floor for an entire hour."
Vice Pavilion Master Chen Yan's voice had already turned hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He could not imagine what kind of brutal battle was taking place inside the tower.
He only knew that if it were him, let alone an hour—
He probably would not last even a single breath before being completely torn to pieces by those terrifying energy fluctuations.
The Blazing Sun Divine Son, the Jade Pool Saintess, and the others had long since gone deathly pale.
They had already become numb.
From shock, to awe, and finally to numbness.
Everything Yang Lingtian had displayed had completely exceeded the boundaries of their understanding.
They could not even give rise to jealousy anymore.
The gap between them had become as vast as that between mortals and true dragons.
Would you ever be jealous of a true dragon in the heavens?
No.
You would only kneel on the