Pitch-black blade light slashed down, cleaving heaven and earth in two.
The vicious grins on the faces of the Mysterious Crystal World Lord and the Hundred Battles World Lord froze in midair, along with the divine abilities they had driven to their limits.
The blade light faded.
Zhou Xuan still stood where he was, holding his blade in his left hand, his right hand translucent, as though that slash had nothing to do with him.
The Mysterious Crystal World Lord's pupils contracted.
He stared at Zhou Xuan, then glanced at the unscathed Central Province Continent below and the enormous net of laws that had sealed them in completely. A dry, hoarse roar squeezed from his throat.
"You... you're not dead... then this is a trap!"
The Hundred Battles World Lord reacted faster. Sensing the aura of decline and strength tangled together around Zhou Xuan, he took two looks at his translucent right side, and a ruthless glint crossed his face.
"What are you afraid of? This is his final rally before death!" the Hundred Battles World Lord roared, his voice rolling like waves. "How could the Divine Punishment Mark be so easy to withstand? He's nothing but an empty shell now! The divine envoy has given the order: kill him, and Central Province is ours!"
He slapped his chest and summoned a ghastly white altar cast from the bones of ten thousand beasts.
Seeing this, the Mysterious Crystal World Lord gritted his teeth and drew an Ice-Blue Crystal Core flashing with Divine Court runes from his divine soul.
"Join forces and kill him!"
The two exchanged a glance and unleashed all their lifetime cultivation and the trump cards bestowed by the divine envoy.
The ghastly white altar and the Ice-Blue Crystal Core soared into the sky, merging in midair into