Across the Layered Mountains Continent, the flames of war burned on. After Divine Lord Weilie fell, the Mountain-Chasing Dao and the Barbarian Clan joined forces to crush the Divine Dao Founding.
With its strongest fighters at a disadvantage, the Divine Dao Founding began to retreat on every front.
Within the Great Void, illusion layered upon illusion. The Cold Moon Fairy continued to pit her strength against Divine Lord Feng Lian. The prolonged struggle had worn him down considerably, though he was not yet in danger of falling.
Just then, the void rippled, and a speck of starlight emerged.
"Han Yue, there's no need to hold back. This time, leave as many of the Divine Dao Founding's gods on the Layered Mountains Continent as possible."
Killing intent lurked beneath the seemingly calm words. True Lord Xuanji, who had remained hidden, manifested a wisp of her divine consciousness.
Though she had expected something like this, Han Yue's heart still gave a jolt.
Gravely wounding several Divine Lords of the Divine Dao Founding was one thing; keeping every one of them here was another. The former would leave the situation manageable. The latter would shake the entire Divine Dao Founding and might even draw the attention of every major power in the Spirit-Void Realm.
Even during the fiercest years of conflict between the immortal and divine paths, the simultaneous fall of three or more True Lords had been exceedingly rare. The loss of even one or two was momentous, for it often marked the beginning of a Dao Sect's decline.
Even the mightiest sects would suffer a bone-deep wound if they lost three True Lords at once, one they could not recover from quickly.
"Martial Aunt, if we do this, I'm afraid we won't be able to stay hidden."
Unable to contain her