The vortex rumbled and the cold power it emitted turned the iron chains into ice. The dim light in the sky was like a black mirror.
The terrifying existence inside was slowly emerging.
A massive Dao Bell was floating outside the vortex, adorned with countless ancient runes that were shimmering and emitting a resonant chime. It exuded a formidable suppressive force.
However, the aura from the vortex was too powerful and couldn't be completely suppressed. Even though the Dao Bell used all its might and even cracks began to appear on its body as though it was overdrafting its powers, it still couldn't stop the arrival of the regional treasure.
The winds of annihilation spread outward from the vortex, appearing like a spinning wheel from a distance. It relentlessly turned, carrying a bone-chilling coldness in all directions, as if plunging the world into an eternal winter.
More frost rose from the ground and the endless flesh, blood, and corpses were frozen. With a gust of the wind, they turned into ashes.
Black snow started falling, blanketing the ground and obscuring everything in a hazy veil.
Only a figure remained. Step by step, he walked toward the hazy world while burning his cultivation base, entering the distorted and extremely cold world.
This figure was reflected in the eyes of all the Fenghai County cultivators, including Xu Qing. He became the only image in their eyes.
He wore a set of black armor that was made for war and had long gray hair that had turned white from the burning of his life.
In the cold wind, the cloak behind the Palace Master swept to the side, fluttering like a flag.
The stirred-up frost sand whistled through the battlefield, releasing a sense of ancientness.
"Palace Master…"
Xu Qing was filled with grief and indignation.
The figure under the setting sun walked further and further away. As his aura rose, not only was he the only figure in everyone's eyes, but he also attracted the attention of heaven and earth.
In front of the Palace Master stood the immense army of the Holy Wave Race, stretching as far as the eye could see. Two colossal figures of the monarchs loomed over the horizon, casting a dark and ominous presence that enveloped the sky. The atmosphere was filled with a sinister aura, shrouding everything in perpetual gloom.
Behind him, 100,000 feet away, were the Second and Third Corps, as well as the tens of thousands of Sword Holders who had survived.
The Palace Master was standing alone!
Looking at all of this, all the human cultivators felt sorrow and their hearts churned intensely. Their eyes, which were already dyed red by the battlefield, revealed even more blood color at this moment.
Kong Xianglong also lifted his head and looked at the figure. At this moment, light appeared in his dim eyes again. However, amidst this light, his body couldn't help but tremble.
As waves surged in everyone's hearts, the Deputy Palace Master's hoarse voice echoed with the same grief.
"Everyone!"
"We… retreat!!"
Everyone fell silent until the Deputy Palace Master spoke again.
"This is the Palace Master's order. Execute it!"
The Deputy Palace Master roared and waved his hand, summoning a powerful gust of wind. The deacons of the Sword Holding Palace and the great elders of the two large corps also commanded the army to retreat.
However, everyone kept turning their heads and looking behind them even though they couldn't see anything.
That figure had already fused into the darkness until a resplendent light tore through the chaos and soared into the sky in the direction of the battlefield.
The sky rumbled and the ground trembled. Endless sword intent stirred the wind and clouds, dispelling the darkness, causing the sky and earth to change color.
It was a sword light, an Emperor Sword!
There were a total of nine Emperor Swords gathered in Fenghai County's Sword Holding Palace. Four of them had been used already. This was the fifth one.
As soon as this sword appeared, it tore through the haziness, shattering and distorting the space. It soared into the sky from the battlefield and headed straight for the two Holy Wave Race monarchs on the Sky Ridge Mountain Range.
The sword was like a huge dragon that parted everything on its way.
Its light illuminated the pale expressions of countless Holy Wave Race cultivators. Its intent intimidated the minds of all the invading enemies.
"Kong Liangxiu, the result is already set. What's the point of burning your life?"
On the Sky Ridge Mountain Range, the Red Spirit Monarch spoke in a deep voice and took a step forward. The moment his foot landed, the world rumbled.
He lifted his right hand and countless small worlds appeared in the surroundings. Finally, they all gathered in his palm.
They transformed into an illusory great world three inches from his palm.
This was the sign of the fourth stage of Nihility.
He gently pressed it.
The world trembled and everything became blurry again.
Only the storm erupted unprecedentedly and swept in all directions, causing countless fragments to rise from the frozen ground. They were like falling ice meteors that swept in all directions.
The Sky Ridge Mountain Range shook intensely and countless gravel fell off.
When everything became clear again, Xu Qing and all the Fenghai County cultivators saw that a gap of 100,000 feet wide had appeared in the Sky Ridge Mountain Range!
A huge ravine that extended for hundreds of kilometers from the direction of the battlefield pierced through the Sky Ridge Mountain Range.
Red Spirit Monarch was moving back step by step outside the Sky Ridge Mountain Range.
All the Holy Wave Race cultivators were horrified.
In front of them, the ground distorted and the Palace Master's figure was revealed in a blur. Fire that burned his life and cultivation rose from his body. His footsteps were firm as he walked over step by step. His hoarse voice echoed with his footsteps.
"As long as the Fenghai stands, I have no regrets about this sacrifice."
This sentence spread throughout the battlefield. When it entered the ears of the retreating human army, a second resplendent sword light rose shockingly.
This was the sixth sword.
As soon as this sword appeared, the ground on the battlefield shattered. A piercing sword light shook the heavens as it headed straight for the Red Spirit Monarch in this purgatory-like world.
This wasn't the end. As the Palace Master walked forward and his entire body continued to burn, the seventh and eighth swords also appeared.
