Golden pillars of light collided with tens of thousands of black-red stakes in midair. In that instant, Zhao Yun felt as if the world had stopped. There was no sound at all, only that dazzling radiance.
Then, with a tremendous boom, a storm powerful enough to shake heaven and earth swept out violently!
Mounted on his white horse, Zhao Yun raised his right hand, shielding himself slightly from the wind and sand as he focused on the place where the Noble Phantasms had clashed.
The tens of thousands of stakes from the Lord of Impalement lasted only a moment before they were blasted straight through by the golden beam of light, which charged on toward him with astonishing force!
The outcome naturally went without saying. The Holy Sword itself possessed sacred power, and this was the Holy Sword with the Six Paths seal undone. A vampire's immortality was of no use at all.
Before he died, the Lord of Impalement revealed a smile from the bottom of his heart. His only regret this time was that he could not personally cut down that bastard. But when he thought of that man's self-important manner, he felt much better.
Chess Player? Heh—foolish.
Thinking that, the Lord of Impalement died with a mocking smile on his face, his soul taken into the Holy Grail within the underground cavern of the Land of Rain.
With the Lord of Impalement's death, the territory sustaining Guardian of the Nation also slowly shed specks of light, gradually returning to its original state.
Of course, a complete restoration was impossible. To unleash those tens of thousands of stakes, the Lord of Impalement had drawn a vast amount of magical energy from the ley lines, directly damaging the foundation.
As a result, the land here itself was affected. For