It was not only Sword Venerable; the others were also bringing out their trump cards.
Before setting out this time, everyone had "unexpectedly" gained quite a few benefits. Thinking carefully now, there was no need to say where those benefits had come from.
Before long, the void trembled once more. A figure with an terrifying aura crossed through space step by step from an extremely distant place and descended here. As its footsteps flickered, it actually ignored the chaotic energy all around it completely. The sight instantly filled everyone with boundless solemnity.
The newcomer was at least in the mid-stage Mystic Realm—perhaps even the late stage Mystic Realm!
The person wore battle armor, their face obscured from view. Horns rose from their head, and their body stood ten thousand zhang tall. They approached casually, yet seemed like a Giant Mountain drawing ever closer, exuding an overwhelming pressure. Wherever they passed, the turbulent energy immediately calmed.
The newcomer stopped while still some distance away from Meng Tangtang and the others.
A pair of enormous eyes, vast as lakes, swept across the surroundings. Their aura faintly sharpened; evidently, they had discovered something.
"Late-stage Mystic Realm!"
At the sight, Lord of Creation let out a sigh.
"As expected."
"The stronger one is, the more delayed their sensing of the disturbance may be. But the speed at which they arrive is far beyond what the weak can match. I simply did not expect a late-stage Mystic Realm expert to arrive so quickly. This deal won't be easy to make."
Lord of Creation glanced at the universe that was still struggling to take shape.
He said nothing more.
"I'll handle this fellow. You guard against the other experts. I'll end the battle as quickly as possible." With that, Lord of Creation took a step forward.