The blood-red throwing knives shot into the sky alongside a stream of pure qi, tearing through the heavens.
After forcing out half a crippled imperial art, Huang Ze was momentarily drained and had no time to react before becoming trapped by the knife formation. The throwing knives grew sharper and sharper, shredding her immortal-gold-like feathers and leaving countless blade wounds deep enough to expose bone.
The throwing knives, which had sacrificed who knew how many living beings in blood rites, carried not the slightest fluctuation of laws—only an edge capable of cutting through anything.
After receiving Chu Hanzhou's voice transmission, the other six Human Emperors did not hesitate at all. They suppressed the churning blood qi within their bodies and withdrew from the battlefield.
They had all been wounded, with blood seeping from their internal organs after being injured by Huang Ze's counterattack.
Five people emerged one after another from the war chariot in the distance. Brilliant rays of light wound around their bodies. Their blood qi was not especially vigorous, yet the aura surrounding them was like an abyss. Their breaths were long and steady, as though they possessed some wondrous rhythm that subtly resonated with the laws of heaven and earth.
At a glance, it was clear that the path they followed was entirely different from the martial path of the Lingyang Realm. They had taken another road.
"Is Lingyang truly planning to start a war?!" The man in the center wore silver robes of arcane law, and his pupils were silver-white as well. His aura was cold as ice, and he did not resemble a human. Clearly, he possessed the bloodline of an extraordinary race.
The Human Emperors said nothing. Their gazes were icy, and they clearly had no intention of wasting words. Completely ignoring the hostility