The situation had been dragged back in the enemy's favor. Their totem power had reached new heights, Ji Ting had successfully condensed the source of thunder, and Yan Ji had broken free of the dream. Once their opponents fully joined forces, their earlier advantage had vanished without a trace.
Humiliated and enraged, the Qiumeng Demon Ancestor resorted to a savage attack. Dream-clouds churned, forming a magnificent demon palace in the void.
The demon palace stood amid mountain ranges, surrounded by layer upon layer of verdant peaks and flying pavilions painted vermilion. Its towering halls followed the contours of the mountains.
It descended from the void to suppress them, like a celestial palace carrying boundless might as it crashed into the mortal world.
Beneath this demon palace, the two juniors and the totemic dragon shadow seemed exceedingly small.
"You still want to trap us inside a dream? Let's see if my demonic bat saber agrees. Even if the heavens come crashing down, I'll hack a hole through them."
Yan Ji's robes billowed and her hair streamed behind her. Her phoenix eyes flashed like lightning. The totemic dragon shadow soared through the void, its might surpassing hers, yet it could not dim her radiance in the slightest.
Yan Ji lightly swept her curved saber through the air. "Heaven and earth, a pool!" In an instant, her saber force spread like a giant bat. Beneath its boundless sweep, even the vast reaches of the void seemed to shrink.
The demon palace's momentum clashed with the force of the demonic bat saber, and the winner was immediately clear. Yet Yan Ji's saber force did not stop there. She was not trying to resist the entire demon palace by herself. She was making her attitude known: at the very least, her demonic bat saber would