Through the ages, years rolled on. Countless heroes vied for supremacy, countless champions left their names behind, together forging a glorious, dazzling history.
But as the Heavenly Dao's defenses, led by Yi Donglai, fell one after another, the Dou Qi Continent's past glory was about to vanish like smoke.
At least, that was how things looked to Yao Lao.
His face dark, he stood rooted like a wooden statue, watching in silence as an army of would-be dinner guests, led by his "dear disciple Xiao Yan," charged toward the heavens.
Qiudi... you motherf—!
"Where's my saber?!"
Meng Qi recalled the Tyrant's Severing Saber, which served as the array's core. In an instant, a flaw appeared in the flawless grand array that could have held back even Shi Hao. The Three Thousand Absolute Arrays and imperial patterns revealed themselves, bringing forth an apocalyptic spectacle.
"Sword, come!!!"
Six Light Wings spread from Su Lin's back. He raised his right hand and roared at the sky. The brand on the Azure Jade Void Sword resonated with him, sending an azure sword beam slashing down through the heavens.
Thunder poured down with crushing force, while fierce winds howled through raging flames.
Terrifying anomalies appeared across seventy-two Cave-Heavens and thirty-six small worlds.
Shi Hao climbed to his feet, his skin charred black. The impact had sobered him a little, but the fact remained: whatever this lot had drunk packed a fearsome punch.
Even the Three Thousand Absolute Arrays had been set up to keep everyone from wandering off drunk, not to force allies into a state where they needed reviving. Shi Hao's skin had not even broken.
"Good! Count me in!"
Shi Hao saw Meng Qi battling the anomalies with the Tyrant's Severing Saber, then saw Su Lin raise a vast river of sword qi