"The remaining two Western region experts will be wiped from existence like insects beneath a giant's heel!" exclaimed an old cultivator standing atop the weathered stone wall of Water Dragon City.His weathered face had turned deathly pale as ancient parchment, his eyes wide with terror as he contemplated their inevitable fate."We can't possibly survive much longer against such overwhelming demonic power!""The martial world will mourn deeply, weeping rivers of blood for our two beloved heroes who fight against impossible odds..." whispered a young warrior, his trembling voice barely audible above the howling winds. His eyes welled with tears that reflected the dying light as he gripped his sword with hands that shook like autumn leaves.The sound of metal creaking under supernatural pressure and wind hissing like angry spirits mingled together in a symphony of sorrow that could break hearts."Water Dragon City is finished, doomed to fall like all the great cities before it," contin

With courage beyond comprehension, Altai, Borchu, and Urumtai—the three peak Kaishi experts—stepped forward, refusing to accept the fact that their opponent was an Immortal. The desert wind howled around them, carrying the scent of ancient battles and dried blood that had soaked into the sand for countless generations.An aura of immense power enveloped them, though deep down inside, there was a deep fear they were hiding. Their cultivation robes, adorned with golden thread depicting the sacred phoenix of the Golden Sun Empire, fluttered violently in the energy-charged atmosphere.Altai's sickle-shaped sword floated, emitting a flash of blood-red light that seemed to devour the very essence of darkness around them. A roaring sound sounded like thunder tearing through the sky, and the atmosphere around them felt torn apart by the energy released, creating ripples in the fabric of reality itself."Die!" they shouted in unison, their voices echoing throughout the battlefield like the war

There was no young Immortal, and there was no hideous purple creature lurking in the shadows of his peripheral vision.Altai's chest expanded greatly as he inhaled the cold air with a sense of satisfaction that could not be hidden, the frigid breath filling his lungs like ice-cold wine. "Surely Khagan will be amazed," he muttered softly, a sly smile gracing his face like the expression of a fox who had outwitted the hunters. He flew with increasing speed, pushing his Qinggong to its absolute limits."I'm the only one who managed to escape the threat of that young Immortal," he added silently, even as anxiety began to creep into his heart like poison seeping through his veins. The image of those fallen comrades flickered through his mind, their deaths serving as grim reminders of immortal power.However, Altai's mind could not be completely at ease, for the memory of absolute power haunted his every thought. The image of Eadric Rong, with his terrifying aura and unreasonable abilities,

In Water Dragon City where ancient stone walls bore witness to countless battles...Chaos engulfed the Golden Sun Empire's army like a plague consuming everything in its path. In a matter of mere seconds, the army that was previously so strong and proud turned into helpless chicks who had lost their mother hen to prowling hawks.The once confident soldiers were now scattered across the battlefield like autumn leaves before hurricane winds, shouting at each other in confusion and terror that chilled their bones. Those gripping their bronze swords trembled uncontrollably, their knuckles white as fresh snow, unable to decide whether to fight with honor or flee in disgrace.In stark contrast, the Water Dragon City soldiers who were previously overwhelmed with crushing despair seemed to have gained new life from divine intervention. Their battle-worn armor gleamed with renewed purpose under the pale sky.Their spirits rose like flames doused in oil, burning brighter than ever before. The m

The distance between the Southern Region and the vast plains stretching across the center of the continent was extremely far, covering hundreds of li of treacherous terrain. Normally, the arduous journey to reach those distant lands would require about a full week if using spiritual transportation means such as spirit ships sailing through clouds or spirit boats gliding above mountain peaks.However, if mortal travelers had to rely on conventional land vehicles, such as horseback riding along winding mountain paths or horse-drawn carriages navigating rough stone roads, the journey could take much longer. Usually more than a week of hard travel, and could even reach two complete weeks of constant movement through dangerous wilderness.However, for a peak Immortal level expert like Eadric Rong, whose cultivation had transcended all mortal limitations, such vast distances posed no obstacle greater than stepping across a small stream. His mastery over space and time allowed him to travers