The great banner emblazoned with "Heaven" snapped in the wind, towering ranks of soldiers arrayed before the hall.
The wind in Heaven was crisp and cold.
On the trembling hem of a robe fluttering in the wind, bloodstains still lingered.
On the massive white jade steps, the gravely wounded Marshal Silver braced his knee, limping and trembling as he climbed—his figure so small, he seemed no more than an ant.
“This must be the final journey.”
All the Skyward Legionnaires and Heavenly Generals watched him in silence.
Nathan Young deliberately kept five steps behind, following cautiously in his wake.
His brow furrowed tight, afraid that the swaying figure before him might miss a step and tumble down the white jade stairs.
Yet even if he survived these steps, what awaited him beyond the hall’s threshold was no less than death.
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North Sea.
Lord Skygate flew through the air, hands forming seals as he focused intently on wielding his sword array.
Four divine swords circled Monkey at impossible speed, stabbing and sweeping relentlessly. Even with Three Heads, Six Arms, he could only be trapped at the center of the Slaying Immortals Sword Array.
Blood rained down, spattering the waves, vanishing in an instant without a trace.
Lightning still roared in the sky, but its fury was drowned out by the thunder of the vortex below.
Mad water dragon-tornados devoured everything in their path.
He howled and raged, charging left and right. Every rush brought new wounds, yet in the blink of an eye, those wounds vanished, and he began another assault.
Beads of sweat as large as beans rolled down Lord Skygate’s forehead.
The Slaying Immortals Sword Array, formed of four divine blades, was his signature formation—renowned as the strongest in the Three Realms. Once unleashed, few great powers could withstand it alone; to break it, one could only evade its edge.
In days past, this sword array had driven countless great powers to despair.