The starlight dimmed, and the sea of clouds churned.
This plane was dying.
The great war between the righteous and demonic paths had moved from the land to the skies, then from the skies back to the land.
The demonic cultivators used bloodlust and resentment as catalysts, sacrificing one howling formation disk after another.
The righteous cultivators retreated again and again. The mountain-protecting formation shattered, was repaired, then shattered again, until it finally collapsed.
When the last line of defense fell, the cultivators in white and azure robes stood shoulder to shoulder amid the ruins, crushing jade talismans meant to take their enemies down with them.
Cries and explosions blended together, and even the earth seemed to wail in grief.
The clouds were stained dark red, the setting sun was like blood, and the mountains stood silent.
High above the nine heavens, in a void beyond anyone's reach, two figures looked down upon it all.
A layer of cold golden light surfaced in Qian Renxue's eyes.
She had witnessed too much suffering, yet whenever she saw living beings reduced to such misery, anger still rose within her.
The glory of an Angel would not permit this scene to continue.
She raised her hand. The phantom of six wings slowly spread behind her, and holy light began to gather faintly in her palm.
"I'll do it."
Li Hanche's voice rang out.
He raised his right hand, his fingers slightly spread.
A sword condensed from the void, its blade dark crimson and its killing intent restrained.
The instant it fully formed, the air throughout the entire plane came to a halt.
The wind stopped. The clouds stopped.
Even the bloodlust the demonic cultivators were unleashing and the motions of the righteous cultivators crushing their jade talismans were frozen for an instant by