At Soul-Repelling City, dawn had only just broken across the sky, and at the far end of the heavens, a faint layer of morning light had appeared.
But before the spirit flames of Vermilion Bird Trench and the terrifying heavenly thunder, that layer of dawn was truly nothing at all.
After several days of great battle, cracks had already begun to appear at the edge of the sky.
One had to know, there were ninth-tier arrays here. For even the sky to show cracks and spatial fissures was enough to reveal how bitterly brutal this battle had been.
Before the city gates was the battlefield of Void Refining, Spirit Transformation, Nascent Soul Cultivators, and all kinds of battle formations, while up in the sky was the sparring ground of Soul-Destroying Saint Lord and the other Body Integration Cultivators against the Body Integration cultivators of the Jade Soul Race and Yaksha Race.
Those spatial fissures had been shaken out precisely by the aftershocks from these Body Integration Cultivators' clashes.
Among them, Soul-Destroying Saint Lord's battlefield was the most perilous, and the one opposing him was none other than the Jade Soul Race's most gifted Saint Lord Chenyu.
"Soul-Destroying old thief, for you to be in such a sorry state this time, an extremely powerful clone of yours must have entered my Jade Soul Race's ancestral land. But don't think that means you'll succeed. Neither Ancestor Zitan nor Ancestor Lanli of my race has gone into seclusion!" Saint Lord Chenyu sneered. He was one of the few who knew some of the details, and because of that, he felt even more disdain for Soul-Destroying Saint Lord's methods.
This was no mortal dynasty, nor was it children playing house. In the end, strength did the talking. The Jade Soul Race had four ninth-tier