Lingyang Realm was ultimately edging toward decline, and its gap with the great worlds that were constantly evolving was simply too vast.
After Shi Lan returned to the main camp with the Human Emperors, Chu Hanzhou immediately sent word through a jade talisman, recalling the scattered prodigies nearby.
Just as Chu Hanzhou expected, in barely an hour, more than a dozen war chariots came rumbling across the sky. They had clearly received some news and were heading straight for the human camp.
Shi Lan stayed inside a tent with several prodigies. The Saint-Devil Eye easily pierced through the array shrouding the surroundings, allowing her to see what was happening outside.
Buzz—
"They really came!"
A Human Emperor walked out of the main camp. Two bolts of cold lightning shot from his eyes. With a turn of his hand, he produced a divine bow, drew the string with surging energy, and condensed blood into arrows.
Bang!
The bowstring snapped like thunder from the heavens. The azure skies trembled, and three blood arrows flew from the string like shooting stars chasing the moon, piercing through a million li of empty space in an instant!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thunder that could rend metal and split stone came from afar. Amid a sea of blood-colored light, three war chariots were shot down. Only two figures fled in panic. Even from a million li away, one could sense the vast vitality within the shattered chariots rapidly withering before vanishing in an instant.
One arrow felled one man. The Human Emperor who had fired it wore a placid expression as he nocked another arrow and drew the bowstring again. His blood and qi roiled upward, and in the next moment, the blood arrow shrieked from the string.
Rumble—
In the brief span of two finger snaps,