The divine restriction formed by countless falling stars dissipated in the starry sky. A plain-clothed figure stepped out, white hair dazzling to the eye, then vanished into the distance an instant later.
The Ninth Son of Ink Sect emerged once more. For his dear friend's wounds, he unleashed his peerless edge again.
The starry sky was boundless. The phoenix spread its wings at ultimate speed, its crimson feathers opening and closing as it crossed ten thousand miles in an instant.
In the north of the All Heavens Starfield, wild sands stretched for ten thousand miles and war fires filled the air. The Demon Palace's northern army was unstoppable; after days of campaigning, the Northern Regions had been unified.
At the head of the demonic army, Jun Wentian stood with spear in hand. An undefeated divine general, feared by all beneath heaven.
At that moment, countless sword shadows crisscrossed the void. Upon an exceptionally radiant divine sword, a white-haired, plain-clothed figure arrived riding the blade. His aura was incomparably powerful, shocking the countless demonic soldiers.
That familiar face was known throughout the world. A glint flashed through Jun Wentian's eyes. The Ninth Son of Ink Sect—he had finally come after all.
As he landed, dust rose. His plain robes fluttered fiercely, untouched by a speck of dust. Ning Chen looked at the First Demon Palace Protector before him and said calmly, "There isn't enough room to fight here. Let's change locations."
"Fine!"
Knowing the arrival was no ordinary opponent, Jun Wentian's fighting spirit rose as well, and he agreed.
Ning Chen turned, stamped his foot, and shot toward a distant peak.
Jun Wentian followed at once, transforming into a stream of light as he vanished alongside him.
Behind them, the Demonic Generals exchanged glances, stunned by this sudden challenge.
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