Guardian?

Above the Nine Heavens, the Starry Sky.

Creak—!

Space-time froze, bent, and finally shattered under the unbearable strain, like chunks of cracked amber.

Within the spreading fissures, Deep Starlight and Filthy Blood Light tangled endlessly. At times, one could faintly glimpse Zhihui's calm face flashing past, as well as Netherworld's cold, sinister fangs.

After three million years of confrontation, the two had always been evenly matched. Even now, it was difficult to determine a victor.

However...

"Hahaha, Old Fox, since you dared to start this war on your own, then prepare to fall from Above the Nine Heavens!"

Netherworld laughed wildly. The initial shock and fury had faded from his face as he mocked during a lull in the attacks:

"Today, not only will you die, I'll make you watch with your own eyes as Tai Shang and Formless fall before you!"

"Quite confident, aren't you?"

After blocking a swipe of claws, Zhihui spoke unhurriedly:

"Let me guess where that confidence comes from."

"Evil Shadow, Yixiu, Beo..."

One name after another left his lips. With every name he spoke, the smile on Netherworld's face stiffened another fraction.

Until...

"...Poison Fire, Haike, Black Fiend, Leiva. Hmm, seven in total!"

Zhihui counted on his fingers, then looked at Netherworld, who had already frozen in place, and smiled faintly.

"As a Flesh Proxy, you've always been arrogant and overbearing, moody and unpredictable. Those seven should barely count as the few 'friends' you have, right?"

Netherworld's face abruptly darkened, instantly turning grim.

They could not be called friends. As the mighty Flesh Proxy, he had no need for so-called "friends." But those seven were indeed the helpers he could think of!

Among them were Poison Fire and Black Fiend, who were also Flesh Proxies, as well as Evil Fall Emissaries like Beo...

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