Unbelievable.
A dignified Asura king, a being standing at the absolute pinnacle of transcendence, had been overturned on his own turf by a group of Human Race prodigies. His power would return to the world, his Dao body would nourish heaven and earth, and his name would forever be inscribed as a martial achievement of these prodigies.
Among those who had surrounded and slain a pinnacle powerhouse today, the youngest was only twenty-seven, and the oldest merely forty-three.
Even all their ages added together did not match the years Huang Yeyu had lived.
How cruel was the transcendent path? A hundred years of lonely suffering, a thousand years of diligent cultivation—erased in a single day, ten thousand years turned to nothing.
This great battle of counter-baiting a pinnacle powerhouse and overturning one had ended in an extraordinarily short time.
What had been long was the planning and waiting—the spectacle of Ying Wu hunting Zong Yan, and the great war stirred up between the Human Race and the Asura race beyond the Great Wall.
After Zong Yan released the information about Ying Wu and Huang Yeyu rushed back in haste, one pursued and one fled, arriving at the Bing battlefield almost in an instant.
Then the decisive battle erupted, life and death hanging on a moment.
There had been hundreds and thousands of exchanges in between, but all of them had taken place on an exceedingly tiny scale of time.
It could truly be called soul-stirring; life and death had rested on a single thought.
The darkness dispersed, and the wind and snow had ceased. Before this vast expanse of heaven and earth, one could not help but feel the blessing of having survived a calamity.
The prodigies who had participated in the encirclement were almost all wounded. Ying Wu, who