The battle had taken one twist after another, but from beginning to end, only fifteen or twenty breaths had actually passed.
From the destruction of the Bright Moon Demon-Sweeping Formation to the sealing of Ao Lin's demon nascent soul, the entire process had taken no more than thirty breaths.
When high-level opponents fought without holding anything back, victory and defeat were often decided in an instant.
Of course, whether one side could prevent the other from escaping was another matter entirely.
Situations where neither side used their full strength, merely trading counters and going through the motions, were naturally exceptions.
Whoosh, whoosh!
A streak of blue-purple escape light tore through the night sky, covering one or two hundred li in a few breaths. It passed over Bright Moon Immortal City once more, entering the divine sense ranges of the various True Lords and Demon Kings.
As he flew, Liu Yu looked down.
In barely thirty breaths, this mighty human stronghold, a vital strategic node of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, had undergone an earth-shaking transformation.
Its orderly, civilized appearance had given way to utter chaos.
Everywhere he looked, countless demon beasts and demon birds filled his vision, their roars rising one after another.
The cultivators, by contrast, had become scattered specks, submerged in the surging tide of demon beasts.
Although only thirty breaths had passed, more than half the low-level cultivators were already dead or wounded. Only a handful were still struggling to hold on.
Yet they could find no way forward.
"I hate this! I hate this! I hate this!"
One cultivator's eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted with grief and fury as he let out a deafening roar before his death.
Boom!
He ignited his magic power and exploded. Amid a burst of dazzling spiritual light, he unleashed unprecedented