Mountain Realm, first layer.
A huge rift suddenly split the sky, spilling golden light. The Hundred Clans Divine Attendants descended from above, their armor gleaming. Their leader held a golden spear and surveyed the battlefield below.
"By divine decree, heretics, meet your death!"
He pointed his spear, and the dozens of Divine Attendants behind him attacked in unison. Divine abilities of every color poured down like a rainstorm, landing among the Demonkin ranks and blasting up clouds of blood mist.
Caught completely off guard, the Demonkin fell into disarray.
"The Venerated God Church's Divine Attendants are here!"
"Retreat!"
The battle instantly became a one-sided rout.
Deep in the God-Worshipping Church's rear lines, inside a small grotto-heaven.
A water mirror hung in midair, reflecting the carnage on the distant battlefield. Three figures huddled before the bronze mirror, their faces deathly pale.
They were the three Nine Truths Gate disciples whom the God-Worshipping Church revered as Holy Sons and a Holy Maiden. Their leader was a young man, his face now filled with terror. He stared fixedly at the Divine Attendants descending from the sky in the mirror, his voice trembling. "Wh-what cultivation level are these people?"
The junior disciple beside him swallowed and struggled to speak. "S-senior brother, I don't know either... But those Winged People can annihilate entire stretches of mountains and rivers with a casual strike... They're probably... probably at least Nascent Soul True Lords, aren't they?"
"Nascent Soul?" The young man sucked in a breath of cold air. "There must be dozens of them charging down, right? Dozens at the fourth tier?!"
His vision kept going dark.
His name was Zhou Fei, an inner sect disciple of the Nine Truths Gate at the peak of Foundation Establishment. He had been sent to support Su Yingxue, a Heavenly Register