"What a terrifying slash. Even from this far away, I can still feel the dreadful power in it."
"My heavens."
On another island where spectators watched the battle, fear showed on a cultivator's face.
He was at the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, and he considered himself strong. He was certainly no weakling.
At the very least, among all the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm cultivators on the Origin Continent, he ranked somewhere in the upper half.
But he could not withstand that slash.
If he were the one facing it, he would die without a doubt.
That slash was beyond absurd.
Absurd beyond belief.
Utterly terrifying.
"Damn it, can Fellow Daoist Nangong withstand that slash?"
"Even if Fellow Daoist Nangong blocks it, she'll be badly wounded. Then what happens next..."
"No... we'll win this battle. We have to win. Stop puffing up the enemy's courage while snuffing out our own. We'll win."
"Damn it, what kind of monsters did the Chaos Ancient Clan send this time?"
"Isn't this too outrageous?"
The other cultivators looked troubled too.
So strong.
What kind of monsters had the Chaos Ancient Clan brought this time?
How could they be this strong?
It hardly seemed like a battle between opponents on the same level.
Damn it.
Nangong Yue raised her eyes to the sky.
Faced with a slash that could destroy heaven and earth, she remained remarkably calm.
She slowly lifted her left hand. The crack-riddled Taiji Diagram in her palm suddenly began to rotate in reverse.
As it turned, everything within her began to flow toward it.
Saintly Breath, the resonance of the Dao, the source of her life.
All of it converged into the Taiji Diagram like a hundred rivers pouring into the sea.
Her face went from pale to translucent before the eye could