His Dao Companions Strike

With the interference of those few cultivators gone, Jiang Yun no longer concealed his position. A strand of sacred light burst from the crown of his head, piercing the firmament and connecting heaven and earth.

The Crusaders dispatched from the Western Lands faltered, then sped toward him. Jiang Yun watched them approach in silence, a strange gleam in his eyes.

Those born on this land had never forgotten the hatred of a century ago.

In the manor where Jiang Yun was staying, everyone but Xiao Nannan, who was still asleep, was roused by his aura. Jiang Shuanglan, Yan Ruyu, Huolin'er, and the others rushed out and appeared behind him.

Lin Qingxuan, Zhang Zong, and their companions felt waves of heart-pounding pressure. Realizing that another group of extraordinarily powerful people had arrived, they were struck speechless.

"This..."

Though some of them had seen these fairies before, the Sea of Reincarnation cultivators had been unable to discern their true strength. They simply could not see through them.

Zixia arrived a little late because she had been watching a drama. Of their group, she suffered the least suppression from heaven and earth. On Earth, she could be called the strongest of Jiang Yun's dao companions apart from Huolin'er.

"Husband, what's happening? Are those people coming for us?"

Huolin'er gazed into the distance and sensed their auras, then spoke in puzzlement.

Had the Grand Dao's suppression not only slowed their cultivation, but dulled their minds as well?

Rosy light surged ahead, accompanied by the icy scrape of armor. A great host appeared, every figure solemn and imposing, clad in brilliant battle robes that shone like the Sun.

They wore golden armor and crosses on their chests, and gripped towering greatswords. Iron armor covered their mounts as well. Disciplined and silent, they advanced with cold