The storm of light and runes kept raging, cutting down anyone too weak or too slow. Across the plain, disciples screamed as glowing fragments tore through flesh and bone. Protective treasures shattered one after another, spirit beasts cried out in pain, and even the great banners were ripped apart.
The fight had already started before a single weapon even clashed.
Haiyun's sword moved constantly, each swing sending out sharp arcs of sword qi that blocked the incoming fragments. His movements were steady and controlled, careful not to waste strength but also not giving any ground.
Elder Lin spread out his formation further. Layers of glowing symbols hung in the air, catching the falling shards and breaking them apart. Sweat covered his forehead, but his expression stayed calm. His eyes glowed faintly, runes flickering inside them.
