The floating stone arrays shifted ceaselessly, countless cubes combining and rearranging to form airborne formations that surged furiously into the battlefield.
Quinn Shepherd stood atop the shifting stone blocks, watching the ever-changing array of cubes before him. Some transformed into bulwarks, others scattered like smoke and dust at dizzying speed.
Ivy He’s mastery of formations was unmatched. Under her command, Junwood City sliced into the battle, opening a path for House Hale’s divine-art cultivators.
Boom—
A mountain giant charged forward, wielding a bizarre weapon—a colossal club as thick as a mountain, hung with bronze bells of every size. Even the smallest bell was enormous and intimidating.
The mountain giant brought its club crashing down into Junwood City’s formation. As the club spun, the bronze bells clanged wildly, their terrifying soundwaves battering the city and shattering stone blocks into dust.
Ivy He instantly shifted the formation. Countless giant stones snapped onto the club, covering the terrifying weapon in a blink. The bell sounds dulled and were completely silenced.
The mountain giant struggled to lift its club, only to find countless stones rolling furiously along its length, crawling up toward its arm.
Ivy He triggered the array’s full power, and the mountain giant’s arm snapped with a thunderous crack.
Yet the mountain giant seemed unfazed. Its other hand reached into the stone array, grasping for Ivy He—only for the hand to be instantly covered by countless stones, growing heavier and heavier.
“House Hale’s formations truly are extraordinary!”
Quinn Shepherd marveled, then suddenly leapt out of Junwood City’s formation, landing atop the mountain giant’s arm. He bounded upward, soaring toward the summit.
The mountaintop was another battlefield entirely. Many True Heaven Palace cultivators clashed with House Gong’s divine-art users, locked in a fierce, stalemated fight.
Quinn burst onto the summit and flung a ball of silver light—his Sword Pill—into the air. The two-foot-wide sphere spun rapidly, unleashing countless swords. Sword-lights flashed as the flying swords threaded through the melee!
Thrust, flick, cloud, slash, chop, point, burst, hang, sweep, wipe, arc, block, intercept, flower, circle, coil, drill—seventeen sword forms, endlessly shifting. Eight thousand swords, seventeen variations, engulfed every woman atop the mountain.
Quinn’s figure soared into the air and dropped back down the mountain. Behind him, eight thousand swords swept after him like wind through dark clouds, clashing together above his head and reforming into a two-foot-wide Sword Pill.
Suddenly, one by one, the True Heaven Palace cultivators collapsed atop the summit, dead in an instant—leaving only House Gong’s women standing.
Midway down the slope, a grass dragon danced, catching Quinn’s falling figure. Serena Hinton, House Hinton’s matriarch, stood atop the massive dragon’s head, surrounded by vines that surged forward like azure flood dragons.
Countless green vines erupted in midair, blossoming and bearing fruit. The fruits sprouted and rooted in the air, carrying them through the mountains. Endless vines bore House Hinton’s women upward, climbing onto the mountain giants and rooting into the stone.
The women unleashed their divine arts, making the mountain giants sprout with grasses and vines—dismembering the stone behemoths from within.
Suddenly, a terrifying pulse erupted from the Vermilion Bird Pearl. A colossal Vermilion Bird spread its wings, unleashing a sea of fire that surged toward Serena Hinton.
Serena stood atop the grass dragon’s head, casting her spell. Countless green lights enveloped her, forming a massive ball of grass that rammed straight into the wall of fire.
In an instant, the enormous grass ball ignited, but by the time it burst through the sea of flames, only two or three fathoms remained.
The grass ball split open, and Serena Hinton—carrying Quinn—shot skyward atop a single vine leaf, rising higher and higher.
Quinn leapt from the leaf, slicing downward through the air. Reaching up, he snatched the Worryless Sword from the Sword Pill.
The Worryless Sword swelled in the wind. Thousands of flying swords clanged against it, merging one after another into the blade.
His descent grew faster, his momentum fiercer. With a thunderous crash, he smashed onto a mountain giant’s head, staggering the colossal stone beast.
The shockwave from his landing blasted the True Heaven Palace women atop the summit into the air—only a handful at the Seven Stars or Heaven-Man Realm could barely stay upright.
At that moment, explosive noises rang out all around him—the air itself crackling and space vibrating as the Worryless Sword unleashed its power downward.
Boom—