All eyes turned towards the exploding Void, everyone curious: could Guo Jia survive?
The residual waves slowly dispersed, revealing the scene within. Guo Jia stood with his hands clasped behind his back, unscathed. Even his clothes were pristine, without a single crease.
How is this possible? The pupils of the four ancestors from the Canghai Divine Court contracted violently, their faces etched with disbelief.
Their combined attack was potent enough to annihilate a late-stage Semi-Emperor Realm Martial Artist. Yet Guo Jia, who had only just broken through to the early-stage Semi-Emperor Realm, had somehow withstood it.
"Not good! Get away quickly!" suddenly, the Canghai First Ancestor roared in alarm, retreating at his utmost speed and reappearing ten thousand zhang away.
Trusting him, the Canghai Second, Third, and Fourth Ancestors hastily employed their movement techniques to dodge aside. However, due to their weaker cultivation, they were a beat slower.
A colossal human head soared through the air, blood spraying in all directions.
Hundreds of zhang away, the Canghai Second Ancestor and Canghai Fourth Ancestor materialized. Feeling a dampness on their faces, they subconsciously reached up to touch it and found their hands covered in striking, fresh red.
Both were aghast. They quickly looked up and saw a headless corpse where they had just been standing. Wisps of black gas still curled from the severed neck.
The head of the Canghai Third Ancestor plummeted from the sky, his face frozen in an expression of terror!
The two remaining ancestors swallowed hard, a chill coursing through their bodies. If Guo Jia had targeted them, could they have escaped? Quite obviously, they couldn’t!
"Be careful! He’s no ordinary Mage!" The Canghai First Ancestor flew over, his gaze sweeping warily around. His Divine Sense blanketed an area of ten thousand li, yet he found no trace of Guo Jia.
The Canghai Second Ancestor and Canghai Fourth Ancestor nodded grimly. They stood back-to-back, constantly scanning their surroundings.
After a full five minutes, there was still no sign of Guo Jia.
However, the three dared not lower their guard for an instant. They held their breath, beads of sweat as large as soybeans trickling down their faces. The silence was so profound that they could even hear the sound of their sweat dripping.
Just then, an eerie black Sword Qi materialized without warning above their heads. It descended with incredible speed and from an impossibly acute angle, slashing towards the Canghai First Ancestor.
Another human head flew into the air. The gushing blood showered entirely upon the Canghai Second Ancestor and Canghai Fourth Ancestor.
Their bodies stiffened. Looking at the headless Canghai First Ancestor beside them, they were nearly scared out of their wits and simultaneously fled towards the Raging Sea Imperial City.
"Seniors of the Sacred Land, please lend us your aid!" they shrieked for help as they escaped the battlefield.
Against the elusive and terrifyingly powerful Guo Jia, they had lost all will to fight, consumed only by utter dread.
From an unknown point in the Void, Guo Jia, wreathed in black gas, merged completely with the heavens and the earth.
Although cursed, he could leverage the power of the curse’s Dao during combat to completely conceal his aura and unleash devastating strength.
Two streams of black Sword Qi, invisible to ordinary eyes, streaked through the Void, their tips aimed squarely at the backs of the Canghai Second Ancestor and Canghai Fourth Ancestor.
Just as the Sword Qi was about to strike them, the figure of the Fire Kirin Emperor appeared. He thrust out a palm, forming a palm print several tens of zhang wide, which shattered the black Sword Qi.
The Sword Qi disintegrated, and wisps of black gas fused into the palm print. Imbued with a potent corrosive power, the palm print was eaten away into nothingness in the blink of an eye.
"Hmm?" The Fire Kirin Emperor frowned slightly. He looked down at his right hand, which had already turned black, the discoloration spreading up his arm. He hastily circulated his Spiritual Energy to expel it. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFɪre.nᴇt
The process was not easy; he expended a full tenth of his Spiritual Energy before completely purging the black gas from his body. The moment it left him, it dissipated into the surrounding world.
What is this? Why does it make me feel such palpitations? The Fire Kirin Emperor pondered, his eyes fixed on the Void, searching for Guo Jia.
As expected of a Great Emperor Realm Martial Artist, he quickly locked onto Guo Jia’s location through subtle spatial fluctuations and, without hesitation, threw a punch.
A crimson fist tore through the Void. Boundless Fist Aura manifested, resembling a rampaging Kylin shattering a large swathe of the sky. The mere aftershock of this attack forced Guo Jia out from the shadowy Void.
"Let the Wolves be Sealed, and the Land Secured!" A cold voice suddenly resonated between heaven and earth.
The Void tore open, and Huo Qubing, clad in dark red armor, his aura surging sky-high, appeared before Guo Jia. His expression was frigid as he gripped his battle spear in his right hand and thrust it forward.
The spear tore through the air, saturated with a bloody spear intent. This was an intent forged from perennial warfare and the slaying of innumerable foes.
In a daze, one could perceive within that intent a young general leading a great army, driving deep into enemy territory, slaying countless enemies, his valor unmatched among all forces.
Even someone as powerful as Emperor Fire Qilin was momentarily dazed by the spear intent.
However, he quickly recovered his composure and channeled his energy into his fist. He believed his fist could undoubtedly overcome Huo Qubing’s spear.
Under countless watchful eyes, the attacks of the two Emperor Realm Martial Artists collided ferociously. Fist Aura erupted, and spear intent swept out, bifurcating heaven and earth.
Both Fire Kirin Emperor and Huo Qubing stared fixedly at each other, continuously pouring Spiritual Energy into their attacks to amplify their power.
Wave after wave of aftershocks rippled outwards.
The Void CRACKLED and shattered.
The ground quaked violently, countless fissures splitting open its surface.
The surface of the water bubbled ceaselessly as if boiling, steam rising from it.
The Raging Sea Imperial City shook, the Formation on its walls trembled violently. After enduring several aftershocks, cracks began to appear.
Cangming Hai gritted his teeth and encouraged, "Brothers, hold on!" He poured all his Spiritual Energy into the Formation, enhancing its defensive power.
Numerous Array Masters flew up, attempting to repair the damaged Formation. But the faster they repaired, the more it broke. Before long, the situation became irreparable.
With a deafening crash, the Formation completely shattered.
The violent aftershocks surged into the city. The soldiers standing on the city walls bore the brunt of it. Without even uttering a cry, they exploded into mists of blood. Only a few Saint King Realm experts narrowly escaped the calamity.
The city walls, now unprotected by the Formation, began to collapse in large sections. Countless bricks were swept into the sky and pulverized into dust.
Next, the commoners in the city met with disaster. Their homes were instantly obliterated, and they too were swept into the sky, their bodies exploding as they died.
Crimson blood dyed the sky the color of gore.
Only when the aftershocks reached the Imperial Palace were they finally halted by a blue Formation.
"Damn it!" The Canghai Divine Emperor walked out of the audience hall, his expression as dark as water as he surveyed the ruined Imperial City. His countenance lightened somewhat only when he saw the Fire Kirin Emperor make his move.
The Imperial City is destroyed? So be it! At least the nation has been preserved!
Outside the city, eight Great Qin Legions lay prone on the ground, minimizing the impact of the aftershocks. Though somewhat disheveled, they were fortunate to have suffered no casualties.