As the battle continued, the space within the Eye of the Storm became increasingly turbulent, and each collision of sword light and protective shield was accompanied by deafening roars, as if even heaven and earth were changing color.
Although Cangsheng Sovereign appeared calm on the surface, waves were already stirring in his heart. Qing Holy Maiden's strength far exceeded his expectations, and while the power of the Life-Bestowing Art was strong, it was not a long-term solution, and the cost was heavy.
"Qing Holy Maiden, we could have coexisted peacefully. Why must you force things to be this way? Do you truly not care about the lives of the sect members?" Wei Cangsheng's words revealed a trace of helplessness, as he tried to continue morally coercing Qing Holy Maiden.
