Impending Catastrophe, Far Apart (Lower)

In the clash of roughly twenty breaths ago, the few remaining people in the True Cultivator Circle either escaped or died.

Now, silence reigned here. Liu Guan curled the corners of his lips in a smile and walked step by step toward the location of the teleportation rune array.

Amidst the light of millions of runes, the one dedicated to the teleportation rune array was particularly eye-catching. What surged and billowed within it, apart from the spiritual light of talismans, was also the True Gang Profound Light refined and cultivated by Yu Qing Xuan over many years. It crossed a distance of hundreds of millions of miles, reaching straight to the Northern Wasteland to control all surrounding rune array seals.

She was a formidable opponent.

Liu Guan's gaze locked tightly onto the central teleportation rune array. The Shadow Demon Blade behind his head silently released its power; the blade itself radiated brilliant light, yet wherever it passed, utter pitch-black darkness followed.

Within the True Cultivator Circle, there were naturally numerous defensive magic arrays that had not been completely shattered even by the earlier contest of strength between Liu Guan and Yu Qing Xuan. Yet in the face of the encroaching shadows, even the earthen and stone walls they relied upon disintegrated one by one.

The rune arrays laid down by Yu Qing Xuan were actually interwoven among these defensive arrays. With Liu Guan personally descending, aided by the sharpness of the Shadow Demon Blade and the exquisite manipulation of divine intent, he could be said to pierce through any gap and shatter any defense. The rune arrays could no longer effectively dissipate his power, and in the blink of an eye, the relatively complete defensive system collapsed right there.

Liu Guan grinned, revealing sharp teeth.

With his next step, he