At the sound of his voice, the laws of the entire world changed in response. The four forces of extreme cold and heat that had just invaded Pei Ling's body immediately retreated along the paths they had taken.
The force of the four Supreme Protectors' palms as they struck at Pei Ling likewise returned.
Blood Saber Qi dragged vivid streaks through the dark night, retreating bit by bit.
In the blink of an eye, everything returned to how it had been. Pei Ling hovered in midair and struck out with four palms, their force identical to the blows the four Supreme Protectors surrounding him had just delivered. The roaring palm strikes crashed toward them all at once.
The four white-robed figures stood silently, their eyes cold. They made no move, yet their bodies abruptly turned to nothingness and vanished.
At the same time, swordlight flashed and spilled down like a sudden snowstorm, striking the many war chariots of the Innate Religion one after another.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...
Amid deafening crashes, the runes covering each war chariot blazed brightly. As their intricate patterns flickered, defensive formations surged up and interwove like a net, faintly forming a gigantic array that blocked the replica of the Ancestor Sword.
Immediately afterward, the runes carved around the chariots flashed again. A murky, frigid power flowed out silently, like water beneath the night sky, brewing another overwhelming attack. A surging gray tide, carrying a bone-piercing chill, rolled toward Pei Ling.
Pei Ling raised his head, his blazing gaze fixed on the [Ben Shi Ji Qi Ding] suspended high above.
The three-legged round cauldron glittered brilliantly. The figure on its body had long since transformed into a delicate woman, whose every smile and frown was alluring to the bone, graceful and bewitching in the extreme.