The city's army ruthlessly advanced through the sea of cultivators from the twelve families. When they were just a few steps away, they all roared and a gleam appeared on their weapons. A sharp and cutting gust swept in all directions, each weapon carrying sharpening seals.
The 120 Elders felt a terrifying power and unleashed all of their cultivation without holding back. Although they were on the ground, unable to fly, they burst with their internal power, leaping into the air to intercept the city's army fervently.
BOOM!!!
A clash of nearly a million sharpened weapons resounded like thunder from the end of the world. But the Elders were not just cultivators from a realm above; they possessed a divine realm. They had crossed an almost impossible boundary for the fragile laws of an ascending planet.
