A single sword stroke divided heaven, earth, and the void, unfolding a myriad of stars.
The sword descended like a river of stars, its force weighing millions of tons and crushing the void into collapse.
The Divine Comprehension Martial Art known throughout the world yet witnessed by few—the Star-River Sword Dao—was finally unleashed in Zhao Xinghuai's hands.
High in the sky,
myriad stars emerged, and frost-cold blade aura swept in every direction, filling everyone's vision.
Below,
the armies and their respective experts fought.
Although the key to this battle lay in whether Zhao Xinghuai or Guan Kai prevailed,
in truth,
the outcome of the clash between their armies was equally important.
Schemes and tricks
were useless now.
On the plains, the charging armies competed through sheer strength.
As for the players fighting alongside them, they were more like sailboats swept into a raging sea, liable to be torn apart by its destructive force at any moment.
Bang!
An arrow tore through the air. A player instinctively raised his protective astral qi, blocking it.
But just as he stopped the arrow, the squad leader fighting him slashed down. The powerful blow instantly tore through his protective astral qi, spilling killing intent.
"Shit!"
The slash came incredibly fast and from a vicious angle. Startled, the player had no choice but to retreat and dodge.
Yet the moment he withdrew, his opponent pressed forward.
Every slash looked simple, but each was an effective killing move, leaving the player struggling to defend himself.
At the same cultivation level,
players were still far inferior to these battle-hardened NPCs.
The difference lay in their ruthless methods, honed on the edge of death, and their masterful skills in fighting and killing.
These things
could not be learned overnight.
Learning them required immense time and years of bloody