The World Held No Way to Have Both

Blades flashed, sword qi streaked, spear shadows and fist seals danced across the river, trading blows back and forth. The Angry River surged into towering waves, roaring ever louder, like a scene from the apocalypse.

Wen Jing had just heard the news of Liu Yuntao's death. Before he could skirt the front line and rush to Miao Cong's aid, the Lord of Six Paths Samsara's announcement rang in his ears, stunning him so badly he nearly fell into the river.

He knew Miao Cong's strength very well. If Miao Cong fell into madness and pushed that heaven-defying cultivation method to its limit, even Wen Jing would not dare face him head-on. And this wasn't a Death Mission. How could the Reincarnators on the rebel army's side possibly have killed him in such a short time?

They had strange and powerful cultivation methods that could kill the Shadow King without anyone noticing, but they shouldn't be so unrestricted. Otherwise, with such a disparity in strength, this would have to be a Death Mission!

Uncertain and suspicious, his thoughts in turmoil, Wen Jing abandoned the idea of joining the other team members in aiding West Hill. He returned to the formation and continued attacking the rebel camp.

This mission was truly cursed!

Inside the camp, Jiang Zhiwei suddenly drew her sword and scabbard backward, blocking a deadly strike at the last possible moment.

Yet even then, she couldn't sense the enemy. It was as if everything had been an illusion.

With a ringing like a dragon's cry, her sword sprang from its scabbard. Jiang Zhiwei reacted entirely on instinct, guided by Autumn Wind Not Yet Moved, Cicada First Aware.

Clang!

The clash of metal rang out as the White Rainbow Piercing Sun Sword blocked another strike!

Zhao Heng, slightly behind her,