The stone tablet was incomparably विशाल, blotting out the sky and sun. With a single sweep, countless soldiers before Golden Eagle were crushed into meat patties and fell from the sky like sparrows.
"Damn it!"
Feeling the power radiating from the stone tablet, Golden Eagle knew that if he continued attacking Myriad Strength King, he would inevitably be struck. It would not kill him, but he certainly would not get off lightly; severe injury was unavoidable.
With a long cry, a strange weapon appeared across the sky. It was neither blade nor sword, and looked somewhat like a spear. Though it was a mishmash of four things, its power was boundless. Golden Eagle gripped it tightly in his right hand, veins bulging across his body. Spear light shot forth, brilliant as stars, and met the Territory Map head-on.
"Golden Eagle, I'll help you!"
An Xiao, who had been preparing to ambush Nie Yun from the side, saw the latter strike first and charge straight at Golden Eagle. His gaze turned cold as he threw a punch.
A mountain-shaped iron gauntlet appeared over his fist, like a powerful claw. Before it even arrived, the north wind howled, carrying a myriad of majestic phenomena.
"Half-step Ruler experts? As expected of the Qianxue Dynasty—they really are formidable!"
The moment the two attacked, Nie Yun saw through their strength, his expression turning grave.
He had previously thought Dugu Yanjun was an exception, someone who had only luckily broken through with the help of the women in the Glazed Pagoda. He had assumed her personal strength was enough to rank among the very best in the entire Qianxue Dynasty. Now, however, it seemed he had still underestimated an empire that had galloped across the ages for countless hundreds of millions of years. If it could