Battle Through the Heavens: I Can Solidify All Talents

"At this rate, within three months at most, the spatial rift in the Demon Territory will widen enough for figures at the Heavenly Demon Emperor level to pass through freely."

"When that happens..."

He did not continue.

The Green-Robed Sword Saint finished for him. "When that happens, Saint Abyss's current defenses won't be able to hold."

The air in the hall seemed to be clenched tight by an invisible hand.

At that moment, an aged yet steady voice sounded from a corner.

"We must hold even if we can. And even if we can't, we still must hold."

The speaker sat within the shadows at the deepest part of the hall.

He was an old man in black robes, with white hair and a face as withered as a piece of tree bark dried by the wind for a thousand years.

His eye sockets were deeply sunken, his eyes cloudy, and his entire body exuded the twilight aura of someone nearing the end of his life, as though a gust of wind could knock him down.

Yet anyone who dared approach within thirty feet of him would feel that suffocatingly terrifying pressure.

Within his deathly aura lay boundless vitality, and beneath his decay was suppressed earth-shattering power.

The Undying Lord.

Late-Phase Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign.

A direct subordinate of the ancient Great Thousand Palace Master, the Immortal Emperor, and an unparalleled expert who had been ordered to guard the Northern Wasteland Hill seal for tens of thousands of years.

He had never involved himself in worldly affairs.

If not for the sudden upheaval in Saint Abyss, he should still have been stationed at the Land of Ten Thousand Graves in the Northern Hill Plains, guarding the Demon-Dissolving Array formed from the Immortal Emperor's self-sacrifice.

"Senior Undying is right."

Qin Tian