[Forget it.]
The figure shook his head, seeming unconcerned by this failure. [Let's deal with the others first. The great calamity has already begun outside, and every side will be on guard—but it doesn't matter. Our enemies are not a monolithic slab within; they cannot truly unite.]
[Who says they can't?] The dragon shadow gave a low, disdainful laugh. [They are merely too confident, too arrogant. If an enemy powerful enough to drive them into despair appears, they will certainly join hands without hesitation.]
[But for now...]
Its tone shifted, unexpectedly carrying a trace of strange gentleness and... weariness. [Deal with my friend first. I can't bear to do it myself, so go and kill him for me.]
[Of course.] The figure nodded calmly, without the slightest hesitation.
His gaze turned toward the distant direction where Fa Zichen's corpse lay, and he let out an almost inaudible sigh. [Just as you helped me deal with Brother Fa.]
Staring in that direction, he paused for a moment before slowly speaking with a sigh. [Brother Fa, in this great calamity, I cannot even say for certain that I will survive to the end. If I win, I'll come back and apologize to you.]
The two shadows melted into the darkness once more and vanished without a trace.
Time passed.
As An Jing single-handedly defeated the Earth Luminary Ancestral Spirit and shook the entire Zhaolin Realm, the others did not stop either.
Within the Gold Luminary Secret Realm, atop Spirit Fiend Peak that rose straight through the clouds into Above the High Heavens, axe-light blazed fiercely. In the sky, the Bright-Sky Silver-Winged Bird, trailing crimson comet-light, launched one terrifying charge and ambush after another. Every strike could pierce Taixu and run through the flow of time—yet Mo Kongche and his Heavenly Sword: Dharma