Not only the Martial Sovereigns but the whole battlefield had descended into complete chaos.
From Martial Emperors to Martial Kings, every single cultivator was locked in a life-and-death struggle. No one had the luxury to breathe, let alone relax.
Swoosh!
A blade sliced through the air. A young girl bent low, narrowly evading the strike, and retaliated with a swift kick.
Pahh!
Her foot slammed into the man's chest. He coughed out a mouthful of blood before collapsing heavily onto the ground.
But before she could steady herself, another enemy rushed in from her blind spot. His fist carried crushing force, spiritual energy swirling violently around it — clearly intending to end her life in a single blow.
She hadn't noticed him earlier. And by the time she did…
It was too late.
The fist was only a hair's breadth away from her face.
"N—!" She instinctively tried to shout...
Thud!
