The starfield battlefield was suffocatingly silent.
Six terrifying auras of half-step Taiyi Golden Immortals collided soundlessly in the void. Wherever their laws intertwined, even light was utterly devoured.
Xiao Yan, Lin Dong, and Mu Chen stood shoulder to shoulder. Opposite them, the three mirror emperors remained expressionless, but their killing intent surged like a galaxy flowing backward.
"A-Class Battalion, withdraw."
Chen Lin did not look back. He knew full well that in a confrontation of this level, the slightest stray shock wave would grind the tens of thousands behind him into pulp.
The army retreated like a tide toward the rear of Blackwind Pass.
The instant Chen Lin took his third step, disaster struck.
There was no spatial rift, no fluctuation of laws. It was as though someone had forcibly wiped away a patch of the starfield with a rag.
The stars shifted, and heaven and earth flipped.
Chen Lin and the fifty thousand A-Class Battalion soldiers behind him vanished into thin air.
On the distant command platform, Ruan Xiu, commander of Blackwind Pass, paled. Her peak Mystic Immortal aura erupted. "An entire section of space has been stripped away! Damn it, who dares intervene in a battlefield below their realm?!"
Without hesitation, she pulled out a communication jade talisman and moved to crush it.
Crack.
Before she could crush the talisman, the void before Ruan Xiu shattered like a mirror. Three figures stepped out of the chaotic currents without warning.
At their head was an old man with snowy hair and beard. The River of Time seemed to flow slowly through his eyes. It was the Space-Time God.
To his left stood a man whose black hair whipped wildly, demonic qi towering around him. His gaze looked down on all creation, as though he could swallow the sun and