"Who else is there besides Duanyang True Man?"
Han Shuichang barely got the question out before he saw the tribulation fire and lightning clouds, which were already burning together in the sky, suddenly blast open. Bell chimes rang out; at first they had a certain rhythm, but later dozens or hundreds of layers linked into a single line, transforming into pure shockwaves that swept across a million miles of the heavenly realm.
Without a doubt, this was a collision of mighty divine intents from both sides.
Before that terrifying impact, the heavenly tribulation clouds scattered in all directions. Originally, under the traction of the laws, there was still a tendency to re-gather, but those tremors came in wave after wave, layer connecting to layer, like giant waves emptying the sky, endless and unceasing. The massive void was completely unable to fill, and instead became all the more fragmented.
The impact also spread to Shaoyang Sword Cave below.
Right above everyone's heads, the talisman array on the main peak showed a visible depression, and just moments before total collapse, the impact deflected. Carrying a soul-terrifying eerie noise, it cut horizontally across. A neighboring peak was struck dead center; at first nothing seemed amiss, but half a breath later, it suddenly disintegrated from within. Along with its mountain-guarding talisman array, half of it collapsed—the so-called defense was as good as nothing.
The cultivators on the mountain peak naturally suffered heavy casualties, and the sounds of screams and groans could be heard even on the main peak.
Han Shuichang watched with twitching eyelids. The closer one was to the main peak, the higher the grade of the immortal caves and the quality of the spiritual veins; those losses truly made his heart bleed. At this very moment, the subordinate in charge of the