In the Ancient Battlefield, the struggle for the Immortal Bell was drawing to a close. Venerables fell one after another, blood dyed the night red, and no one could reverse the losing tide.
The Eastern Emperor Bell trembled, though none knew how many times it had rung. Toll after toll, like a funeral bell from the Yellow Springs, urging lives toward death.
"Now, only you remain."
The man in red turned back, looking at the Silver-clothed Figure standing in the air, his voice cold.
Their gazes met, their words were icy, and the situation was unbearably grim. The Phoenix Body, steeped in crimson, bared its killing intent without restraint.
"When the snipe and clam fought, the fisherman reaped the gain. I truly underestimated you."
Di Mingtian stared at the red-clothed figure ahead and spoke coldly.
By this point, the Phoenix Body said no more. With one step, it flashed forward in an instant.
The Immortal-Slaying Sword swept across the sky, killing intent laid bare. A thousand-zhang sword radiance cleaved open the bloody night.
Di Mingtian raised his palm to receive the sword. With a thunderous impact, he was forced half a step back. Condensing Essence and gathering his breath, he struck back forcefully.
At such close range, the might of the palm shook all around. In the instant danger descended, a streak of crimson flashed forth. The Plain-clothed Figure held its sword crosswise, blocking the incoming palm force with a bang.
Two bodies wielded martial arts together, Peerless Under Heaven. The next moment, the two bodies converged and became one again.
"One body, two transformations."
Di Mingtian looked at the Plain-clothed Figure before him, his expression incomparably cold. He had planned for so long, yet an error had appeared here in the end. He had truly been careless.
Before he