Wu Zhiqi held his staff across his chest, Yuqiang knelt on one knee with one hand braced against his long blade, while Gushe gave the ancient pine-patterned sword in her hand a flick, her face pale.
Golden light flowed endlessly around Yuchen's body. He gripped the chain of light in his hand, murderous intent blazing in his eyes.
Within the dark clouds high above, Leng Ancheng, transformed into a flock of crows, laughed wildly without end.
That was right. This Alliance Leader Yu, powerful to the point of being nearly invincible, was the man he had been willing to serve.
His knowledge was so vast that he was nearly omniscient, capable of designing tactics and techniques specifically around the flaws in an opponent's cultivation.
In a sense, Yuchen had achieved the state where omniscience meant omnipotence.
Within the various camps, many people had their thoughts fixed upon this battlefield.
Yue Luan's expression was somewhat complicated, but this mysterious elder of the Great River Alliance had far more on his mind.
The Eight-Nine Primordial Art had not appeared in the world for a long time. Its most recently famous user had once broken into Great Liang's Censorate—he wondered whether it was the man before him. The inheritor of the Devil Sect's northern branch and the user of the Grand Two Forms Dust Sword interested him even more.
The Three Demons of Mystic Mountain, meanwhile, sensed the changes within and showed displeasure.
They were the ones who truly wanted Yuchen dead as soon as possible. If Yuchen did not die, he would likely turn around and purge them next.
"Three Reverted Elixirs, heh heh. Alliance Leader Yu truly knows how to hide his strength."
Lord Dushan shook his head slightly. Even someone as seasoned as him had never expected Yuchen's concealed strength