As the Chosen's main force descended upon 30 planes, the Evil Chosen played a trick, feinting in one direction and attacking in another.
The Emperor Yan of the West came unannounced, his sword striking as soon as he claimed it would.
It arrived, capable of annihilating all the Chosen on the Hunting Battlefield.
It was over.
Just as the Chosen on the battlefield were in utter despair, the sword appeared, its flame intense and unprecedented, the Chiyan flames consuming everything.
But... Green bamboo sprouted with life, hiding the sky and covering the earth.
A solitary sound of Zen resonated.
The strings of a guqin sang.
The transmission of will, the unmatched superpower.
The firelight collided with the twisting, amber-colored light of distorted space.
It ended.
Because of resistance.
The Emperor Yan of the West, furious, roared, "Zen Master!!!"
