No one knew how much time had passed before the sinking mountaintop finally came to a complete stop.
If someone had looked down at the surface of Mars from outer space, they should have been able to see the change clearly.
Could this peak, the highest in the Solar System, still retain its title?
Such was the power of a life-and-death struggle between immortals. And they had borne the vast majority of that power themselves; only a small fraction had actually spilled out into the world.
Black lightning appeared among the cliffs again!
Seeing Chen Ya's wretched state, the two Black-Clad Yaoxian could no longer restrain themselves and attacked again.
Liu S sui did not move.
Neither did the banner.
The First Child Sword and the Nondual Sword flew off soundlessly toward the black lightning, slashing it to pieces in an instant.
With two scraping sounds, the two Black-Clad Yaoxian grunted. The life-preserving demonic artifacts tied at their waists shattered into something like powdered spirit stones, and blood gradually seeped through their clothes.
The two immortals who had been blasted below the cliff flew back up. Sword Immortal Ensheng, carrying his own mechanical arm, and the Divine Striking Patriarch, whose eyes remained closed, also returned to the cliff.
They were utterly shocked by the scene before them.
En Sheng walked up to Chen Ya, fell silent for a moment, then said, "That was the Founding Patriarch's formation, not yours. How could you possibly defeat him?"
Aboard that battered pirate ship, the immortals had made the most exhaustive arrangements for dealing with Liu S sui, developing a formation specifically for him.
The problem was that the other side also had Tong Yan and Peng Lang.
When Liu S sui finally appeared again, who could still deal with him?
Chen Ya had