Within the Taixu rift of the Zhaolin Realm, chaotic currents of space and time crisscrossed and collided, like razor-sharp blades that sliced apart everything, pulverizing any being that stumbled into this place.
Two streaks of light raced through the endless turbulent currents—one treading upon fire, the other pale gold, almost white.
Zheng Huayan and Duan Chenguang were being hunted. With every flicker, they narrowly evaded a breath of annihilating dragonfire pursuing them from behind, potent enough to wipe out an Adept in an instant.
"This can't go on!"
The two wounded men supported each other as they dodged at top speed. Duan Chenguang coughed up another mouthful of blood. Gripping his flaming spear, he forcibly suppressed the surging Spirit Fiend within his body. His face was ghastly pale from his severe injuries, devoid of any semblance of life.
Behind him, an enormous, savage black dragon shadow and a vague human figure merged with the darkness pursued them relentlessly. Even through layer upon layer of warped space-time, that pure killing intent and malice still stabbed his Divine Soul with searing pain.
At this point, Duan Chenguang no longer needed to guess. The traitors within the dragon clan were the Dragon Clan of the Deceased Time. Though it was difficult to imagine that the Deceased Time Dragons, who had always been on friendly terms with the Shangxuan Sect, would attack him, it explained why the betrayers had chosen their timing so perfectly.
"I know who the dragon is, but who is the human? Which Heavenly Sect would join hands with heavenly demons?!"
Zheng Huayan's voice was equally grave. An azure-gold halo composed of countless fine runes circled his body like pages of a book. Within it floated numerous text-like prompts, foretelling the direction of every attack aimed at him nearly ten breaths