The night wind carried a thick killing intent.
It had howled outside Border-Guard Fortress all night.
The sky turned from pitch-black to deep blue, then slowly paled to the white of a fish's belly.
Yet this battle between Profound Immortals showed no sign of stopping.
Azure sword light, moon-white saber light, silver-white frost mist, golden lightning, and dark red flames-five colors collided endlessly above the wasteland.
Every collision was like a thunderbolt smashing into the earth.
The impacts numbed everyone's eardrums, and even the ground beneath their feet trembled faintly.
Lin Changqing and Silver Palace Demon Lord had lost count of how many exchanges they had fought.
They had battled from deep night until dawn, then from dawn until now.
The sun had already climbed overhead.
Noon sunlight spilled down from high above, bathing the wasteland, yet offered no warmth at all.
A scorched smell filled the air.
It came from the lingering heat left by the clashing energies.
The stones on the wasteland had burned dark red, like iron fresh from a furnace.
Wisps of smoke still rose in many places, scattering in crooked trails whenever the wind blew.
Silver Palace Demon Lord's expression grew uglier and uglier.
She had attacked with all her strength for so long, exhausting every method at her disposal.
Yet this human who had only just broken through to Profound Immortal was like a lump of iron she simply could not smash apart.
When her attacks landed on him, most of their power was neutralized by his purple-gold armor and the protective barrier around him.
Even when the remaining force struck home, most of his injuries healed in the blink of an eye.
After all that fighting, Lin Changqing was still as lively as a dragon and tiger.
An indescribable irritation welled up inside