Longevity Crushing Down, Hearts Faltering Before the Battle

The phantom in midair stood with its hands clasped behind its back. Even its features were blurred beyond recognition, yet that attitude of standing above others seemed carved into its very bones.

Wisps of milky-white current coiled around it. This current was completely different from the spiritual energy of the Western Desolate Region and the berserk energy of the Northern Lands, carrying a purity that transcended the mortal world.

Even though it was only a projection cast across tens of millions of miles, the faint pressure it released made the newly stabilized Cross-Region Passage let out an ear-grating creak, while ripples spread across the spatial barrier.

"Childish tricks."

The phantom glanced at the passage below, its tone full of disdain.

"But being able to stitch together two fragments of this wasteland still means you have a bit of brute strength."

"Hand over the control core of the passage. Central Province will send people to take over and modify it. As for you, you may be incorporated into Central Province's outer servant army."

Below, the cultivators from the two regions who had been moving bricks all stopped, looking at one another.

Yang Wudi had just fought Yang Mie to his heart's content, and his blood and qi still had nowhere to vent. Hearing this, his brows shot upright.

"Where'd this old mongrel crawl out from?"

Yang Wudi spat a mouthful of bloody saliva, and dark-gold flames rose around him once more.

"You come to my territory to annex us? Who the hell do you think you are!"

His legs bent slightly, and the ground beneath his feet instantly cracked like a tortoise shell. He looked ready to shoot upward like a cannonball and smash that phantom apart.

A hand pressed down on his shoulder.

Zhou Xuan had appeared beside Yang Wudi