The thunderclouds at the zenith suddenly contracted violently, every bolt of black lightning drawn entirely into that gray-white sword light.
Xie Ru's figure erupted along with the sword light, turning into ash-white flakes that drifted down onto the shoulders of everyone within and beyond Jialing Pass.
Chen Xuan looked at the stars and slowly rose to his feet. At some point, an ancient, unadorned longsword had appeared in his hand. Its blade was slightly worn, radiating a gentle ink-black glow.
He looked up at the sky, his gaze piercing through layers of divine light to stare directly at the twisted face of the Asura God and the ever-widening crack in the Gate of the God Realm.
"Today, I will not read." Chen Xuan's voice instantly silenced the entire battlefield. "I will only kill."
He stepped into the sky. Countless ink-black characters rose behind him, converging into a majestic river that surged upward against the heavens.
The three Second-Level Gods had just been blasted down by Xie Ru's sword light and had barely stabilized themselves when Chen Xuan's Ink River came crashing down.
Countless passages and principles lay hidden within that ink-black torrent. Before the three gods could even scream, their divine souls were submerged in ink, while their bodies turned into three balls of fire that scattered from the sky.
More projections from the God Realm poured through the crack, attaching themselves one after another to bodies on the battlefield.
Among the Star Luo soldiers, Spirit Hall's Soul Masters, and even the Heaven Dou defenders, people suddenly became expressionless. They raised their blades and spears in unison and hacked at the comrades beside them.
"Careful! He's possessed!"
"This one too! Get back!"
"How do I know whether you're real?!"
Amid the chaos, a Heaven Dou general had just cut