Above the clouds.
Jiang Ning's gaze landed on the two figures once more.
The white-haired youth bled profusely, having lost any thought of continuing the fierce combat against King Huai'an, and fled all the way toward the west.
Each time King Huai'an caught up with him along the way, he would touch and immediately break away.
Using the aftermath of their clashes, he instantly stretched the distance even further.
Yet Jiang Ning could also see that, with the repeated clashes, the injuries of that white-haired youth from the grotto-heaven were growing progressively more severe.
Although a martial dao pinnacle could achieve severed-limb regeneration, the body's recovery required the consumption of energy.
The more injured he was, the worse his condition became.
Relying on the divine ability of the Heavenly Eye, Jiang Ning watched this scene silently.
He could see that the condition of that figure from the grotto-heaven was constantly declining, and he could see that King Huai'an Lu Zhan was clearly wary of something, not acting with any great haste.
A short while later.
Fighting and retreating, the white-haired youth fled from east to west, coming ever closer to the Dongling Mountain Range.
Right at a hundred li outside Dongling City.
Suddenly.
A streak of golden sword qi erupted from the dark clouds below.
The sword qi cleaved open the thick black cloud layer, striking straight toward King Huai'an.
Inside Dongling City.
At this very moment.
The people currently inside Dongling City could see the golden light suddenly appearing on the eastern horizon, could see the cloud layer abruptly being split open, and the mountain ranges below being instantly illuminated by the golden light from above as if transformed into a mountain of gold.
"That is...!!!" Zhao Yulong watched the scene in the distance, his pupils contracting violently.
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