On the eastern side of Mary Geoise, amid the ruins of the old palace, most of the eight-hundred-year-old white marble walls had collapsed. Broken incense burners and shattered sacred statues lay buried beneath a layer of dark red dust, and the air carried the bitter, scorched smell left by smoke and colliding rock.
In the sky, Bai Qi's black death mist shrouded half of Mary Geoise. Wherever it passed, the Celestial Dragons' resistance crumbled instantly like snow beneath a blazing sun. In the distance, the lingering power of Ma Chao's black lightning still flickered across the sky, purple-black bolts tearing through the clouds like mighty dragons. The radiance of Zhang Liao's Sacred Sword alternately receded and erupted, each flash accompanied by the Black Tortoise Admiral's furious roars.
Countless world-destroying auras rose throughout Mary Geoise as one peak Admiral-level duel after another unfolded simultaneously.
Meanwhile, amid the ruins of the Holy Land's eastern square, two mountainlike figures faced each other from afar.
"Shepherd Saint Sommers!"
A thunderous roar rang across the entire square, making the surrounding rubble tremble.
Chinjao's burly, five-meter-tall frame stood like an iron tower atop the ruins. Muscles bulged like granite across his bare upper body, every inch of skin seeming to contain terrifying power capable of tearing the earth apart. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the Holy Knights Member opposite him, his towering killing intent almost taking physical form.
Years!
How had he endured these past years!
The scene from the war to unify the West Blue was branded deep into Chinjao's soul, scorching his heart every moment. That day, he, Chinjao the Drill, and the Celestial Dragon before him had both suffered grievous injuries, and he had nearly died on the spot. His had been the only losing battlefield among Hua Country's