Hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators were locked in chaotic combat, their power overturning the seas and rivers, reshaping the land between heaven and earth, and distorting the very phenomena of the sky.
The most eye catching scenes were in two places.
In one, San Tu stood alone with his sword.
His robes, hair, and beard were soaked in blood, some his own and some belonging to his enemies.
His face was pale as he used a net of sword energy to envelop more than eighty Nascent Soul cultivators around him.
In another, Qing Shuang controlled four magical treasures in the form of brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
Their lights split and merged continuously, surrounding over eighty Nascent Soul cultivators while passively defending against their attacks.
His face looked faint and almost translucent.
It was clear that both of them were under immense pressure.
