Outside Blackstone Pass, heaven and earth lost their color.
The battle between more than ten thousand cultivators was no longer a clash of magical treasures, but the grinding collision of two worlds' laws. The radiance of the lower-ranked cultivators' spiritual power was utterly eclipsed. Only the Nascent Soul-level clashes remained visible, tearing the heavens apart again and again like thunder from the ninth heaven, churning the astral winds within a hundred-mile radius into utter chaos.
"Han Li! Do you truly think your hundred thousand rabble can trample our Mulan sacred land?!"
A roar steeped in towering fury rang out from the northern horizon. Three pillars of spiritual light, massive as mountains, fearlessly tore through space and descended above the battlefield in an instant! As the light dispersed, three figures emerged. The pressure radiating from them, each at the peak of the Nascent Soul late stage, swept out like a tangible tsunami, leaving the tens of thousands of cultivators fighting below struggling to breathe!
Their leader was none other than the high priest of the Heavenly Lan Holy Temple-the Heavenly Azure Divine Master. He wore a robe of five-colored feathers and a crown of white bones. His withered frame seemed to contain the power to collapse heaven and split the earth, and two flames of ghostly blue witchfire burned in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on Han Li.
To his left stood a burly witch clad in heavy armor of profound ice. His aura was like a glacier ten thousand years old, and thick ice scales covered his palms. He was the Holy Temple's foremost battle general-the Ice Soul Witch Emperor. To the right stood a mysterious figure shrouded in gray mist, an elusive form wreathed in countless phantoms of vengeful souls: the Holy Temple's master of assassination-the Ghost