The battlefield roared with chaos, the scent of blood thick in the air as screams and the clash of steel rang throughout the war-torn sect grounds.
Zhao Tian's blade carved through another evil cultivator with a single stroke, severing the man's torso in a clean arc.
Blood splattered against the charred ground, but he had no time to stop.
The spatial distortions around him bent, slicing apart his enemies before they could even react.
Just as he turned to strike another enemy, a familiar voice cut through the turmoil.
"Tian…"
He flicked his gaze to the side, spotting Yao Jing dashing toward him through the debris-laden sky.
The moment she reached him, she landed gracefully, her fiery eyes locking onto his.
"Jing'er," Zhao Tian muttered, cutting down another enemy before flicking the blood from his blade.
She smirked, heat radiating from her body as she clenched her fists, flames igniting along her arms. "Let me join too."
