"You bear the blood of our Saint Spirit Lineage. You are cursed by our race, and you must die!!"
The Saint Spirit Race possessed naturally keen spiritual senses, especially when it came to the resentful, baleful aura left by fallen members of their race.
To Jin Yan, the scent of Saint Spirit blood clinging to Jiang Zhu was as glaring as a torch in the night!
"Ten thousand deaths cannot atone for killing our kin! Form the array! Slay this beast!" Jin Yan roared, his voice shaking the cosmos!
"Kill!!!"
On the walls, all the Saint Spirit soldiers roared in unison, their killing intent piercing the heavens!
Hum!
The massive hammer in Jin Yan's hand erupted with dazzling black light. Densely packed dark-gold runes emerged across its surface as a terrifying power capable of shattering a blazing sun gathered within.
Jiang Zhu stood as immovable as a mountain, facing the enormous hammer that blotted out the sky, cold light flashing sharply in his eyes. Blood qi surged around him, and he hurled both fists forward, cracking heaven and earth!
From his left fist poured death energy as vast as a river of stars, like the celestial river cascading from the nine heavens, yet stained entirely black. The ink-black power of death carried suffocating despair.
From his right fist surged a torrent of vitality like that of the universe's first awakening, as though the source of life had burst its banks. Dazzling emerald-gold divine brilliance instantly illuminated the dim battlefield.
This vitality was so concentrated it could scarcely be dissolved, condensing into tangible, liquid divine radiance that flowed with the supreme power to nourish all things and reverse life and death.
These two terrifying, diametrically opposed powers erupted from Jiang Zhu simultaneously.
Jiang Zhu had absorbed all this immense power of