Withered White Hair
The conflict erupted in an instant. This was the first clash between the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect and Other Shore.
The situation was like the tip of a needle meeting the edge of an awl; heavenly thunder hooked earthly fire, and a violent explosion, a great eruption, descended.
The Son of Revelation shone all over, even his hair turning golden. Like a burning star, he charged forward, transforming into an afterimage that sliced across the sky as he hurtled toward the thirteen black riders at astonishing speed.
It had to be said that "Holy Spirit Descent" truly was a supreme secret art. This holy son of the Apocalypse lineage wielded this technique as though risking his very life. His entire body seemed cast from gold as immense energy erupted forth, its radiance lighting the heavens and purifying even the surrounding black mist.
In the same direction, the iron cavalry galloped. The lead rider, clad in black iron armor, gave a cold laugh and thrust his great halberd toward the sky.
At that very moment, the other twelve riders behind him also spurred their warhorses forward and swung their battle spears in a thrust.
Boom!
The thirteen riders seemed to have concentrated their combined strength into a single point. Their iron garments flashed, producing some sort of resonance.
Buzz!
A vast force surged upward, forming nine coiling flood dragons that suddenly twisted into a knot, while the black mist filling the sky swelled outward.
Bang!
All at once, a terrifying ripple burst forth. Within dozens of miles, rolling black mist surged into the sky, turning that stretch of heaven black as ink in an instant.
"...What is that thing?!"
The three Great Venerables behind the young man in white—Sasi, Scorpion King, and Yemo Die—revealed expressions of shocked terror.