The air was still heavy with the scent of scorched earth and spilled blood as Spear Peak Head Fang Tian descended into the battlefield.
Like a bolt of lightning cast down from the heavens, he landed just behind Sword Peak Head Jian Wuhen. Without exchanging a word, the two peak heads moved as if in perfect sync—one a dancing sword of inevitability, the other a crushing spear of judgment.
The three Shattered Blood Vessel Sect elders, already struggling to contain Jian Wuhen's relentless onslaught, barely had time to react before the tide turned fatally against them.
Fang Tian's spear arced through the battlefield with merciless precision. Each strike was backed by the full might of a Dao Treading Realm cultivator, and every time he moved, the earth trembled underfoot. Jian Wuhen pressed the assault without hesitation, his sword forms creating layered crescents of qi that carved through technique and body alike.
