Bang! Crash!
The battle's thunderous clamor shook the heavens. At times, snow and rain fell in sheets; at times, springs burst from the earth. At times, the clash of swords and the shouts of soldiers rolled like mountains; at times, their force swallowed ten thousand miles...
The world was caught between light and darkness. Space seemed to become a vast body of water, rippling, swaying, and twisting without pause.
Before long, a dense darkness, almost tangible, shrouded all of Wuwang Marsh.
After some time, the darkness began to slowly fade.
The sky turned blue and clear again. Pei Ling stood in midair, his aura restrained, seeming no different from an ordinary mortal. He was spotless from head to toe, without a single wound; even his hair remained perfectly neat.
Not far away, Wenren Lingshe stood leaning on her flag. Her black armor was in tatters, revealing her graceful figure beneath. She had already fallen unconscious.
Pei Ling shook his head slightly. Wenren Lingshe was at the Dao Integration Mid Stage, but the trump cards at her disposal couldn't match those of the emperor of the Liulan Dynasty.
From this battle, Wenren Lingshe seemed stronger than the emperor without his dynasty's treasure.
But once the emperor used that treasure, the emperor of the Liulan Dynasty was stronger.
If Pei Ling's cultivation were still only at the Late Void Returning, and he couldn't use immortal arts, his odds of victory wouldn't exceed thirty percent. But now...
He had used only one of his three laws. He had also employed only a portion of his usual curses, spells, and divine abilities.
Of course, the Flag Spirit in the Flag of Punishing Evil hadn't yet awakened. Otherwise, Wenren Lingshe wouldn't have lost so quickly...
Next up was his fight with the City Lord of