Inside and outside the Second Ancient City, starlight blazed everywhere. Brilliant silver radiance and strange Dao Runes stretched on without end, like the legendary celestial river crossing the Nine Heavens.
The city's formations were still clashing fiercely with the Source Arts patterns Jiang Yun had laid across the Star Sea, unleashing this extraordinary spectacle.
And now, throughout the starfield surrounding the Second Ancient City, a murderous aura that reached the heavens could be felt everywhere.
Jiang Yun was still locked in fierce battle with three Peak Saint Kings wielding extraordinary Great Saint Weapons. From time to time, Saints and Saint Kings were caught in the crossfire.
They appeared and vanished like ghosts throughout the ancient city. Ordinary Saints could not even follow their movements; all they could do was pray that heaven spared them.
Between the formations and the raging battle, every corner of the starfield seemed to be a battlefield.
Blood flew everywhere amid utter chaos. Most of it belonged to the three Peak Saint Kings, who could only fight desperately to hold on.
Boom!
Suddenly, a terrifying surge rippled through the void, as though true Great Saints were fighting!
By the time the cultivators beneath the stars looked over, Jiang Yun had shattered a Great Saint Battle Spear into five pieces with one punch. Lü Wushuang flew from the battle, coughing blood.
As Qi Tian's adopted son, Lü Wushuang had been fortunate to receive even one Great Saint Artifact.
But his War Spear fell far short of the Nine-Colored Great Saint Sword Embryo Li Kang had obtained through an extraordinary opportunity, and Nether City Fengdu, strengthened through generations of the Liu Family's inheritance.
It took Jiang Yun only a few punches to smash it apart.
The others could not help sucking in a cold breath. Even a hurried