What Became of Luofeng

The two powerhouses from the Ancient Era displayed their magic power in the simplest, most direct way.

Su Che had never imagined that a battle between two cultivators could be so stripped-down.

There were no transformations of laws, no divine abilities or Dao arts—only magic power refined to the utmost colliding head-on.

Like two silent icebergs crashing together in deep blue waters.

Shikshananda and Xue Baizhi fled with all their strength, charging desperately toward the edge.

They knew full well that they could not withstand even the aftermath of the Ghost General's battle with the giant corpse.

Elder Qin had it the worst.

This Great River Alliance Golden Core cultivator, who had somehow fallen into a dazed state, had already been wounded by the demon corpse. Now he stood blankly in the distance, quietly watching the two experts from the Ancient Era fight.

Who had the leisure to care about him now?

Su Che turned to look at the Ghost General. A force within his body seemed to remind him that he shared some vague, ineffable connection with this figure.

Perhaps, once upon a time, an Ancient Era cultivator had resolved to create a Dao art and find a sliver of hope for humanity, which stood on the brink of extinction beneath the onslaught of the Demon Gods.

He had painstakingly explored the Ancient Era and, under the guidance of some mighty expert, finally created a Dao art capable of condensing a Reverted Elixir. Even in the Ancient Era, that had been an extraordinary achievement.

That mighty expert had been greatly delighted, because in those ancient days, humanity had been like a candle flame in the cold wind, liable to be snuffed out at any moment.

The Primordial Aberrations that ruled the Ancient Era—many were honored as Demon Gods.

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