The Golden Dragon King tightened his grip on his dragon spear, golden flames raging in his dragon eyes. "Are we afraid? This is the very strike we've been waiting for!"
The Twelve-Winged Seraph declared fiercely, "The Divine Realm will not retreat!"
Xiao Lingxi had unleashed her own Emperor Art, but she had not yet reached the Five-Epoch Supreme Peak!
If she had, there would have been no point in fighting. At the same realm, an Emperor Art was invincible!
But Xiao Lingxi was not at the same realm as them!
On the surface, they were at the Five-Epoch Supreme Peak, but their accumulated power had long surpassed it. They could step into Taboo at any moment.
And apart from not having comprehended their own Emperor Arts, they had nearly reached the pinnacle of this level!
They were even a shade stronger than Jian Chen!
One on one, they might not be a match for Xiao Lingxi and her Emperor Art. But they were not fighting one on one!
There were four of them!
The Netherworld King and Ghost Princess fell silent, their eyes flickering. No one knew what they were thinking.
The Golden Dragon King and the Twelve-Winged Seraph, meanwhile, seethed with battle spirit, as if ready to reveal their trump cards and face the Emperor Art together.
The next moment, another powerful aura erupted!
It was Xuan Qingyi!
She suddenly chuckled, with a trace of exhilaration she had never shown before.
"Xiao Lingxi, you certainly know how to steal the spotlight."
"But..."
She slowly brought her hands together. Blue-green light gathered in her palms, and hundreds of millions of array patterns surged out like a tide, weaving around her.
"Of the myriad paths of Formation Dao, all return to one."
"Losing to your Fate showed me the gulf between