The battlefield seemed to be swept by a strange wind, becoming tranquil.
In the distance, Xie Tian's staggering steps as he climbed the mountain...
The friction between Xie Tian's feet and the rocky gravel...
The sound of heavy, bellows-like breathing...
All these things, so minuscule, seemed to be infinitely magnified by an amplifier called Heaven and Earth, pressing into the eyes of the cultivators, torturing their ears.
After a long time, they finally regained their senses, shutting off their six perceptions to begin pondering the situation.
But as soon as they started to think, they became dazed again.
"How did they die?"
This was not just a question that couldn't be answered, it was a question they had never even thought of.
They had considered that Xie Tian was at an absolute disadvantage, and even with spectacular bursts, it was merely a dance of life and death, the last blaze of glory in life.
