Swoosh… From time to time, rays of qi light illuminated the horizon. The sound of machinery under extreme burden was already cracking through the air. A vortex of spiritual light covered space, even more dazzling than two hours ago.

Hum… Several hundred meters of spiritual light shot down from the eyes of the White Tiger Hall, overturning earth and asphalt roads, and carving out a several-meter-deep chasm. The stronghold was already much more gorgeous than it was two hours prior. Magnificent runes enveloped the sky, and the White Tiger Hall, no less than several thousand meters in size, thundered. With a turn of its hand, a swath of cultivators were doomed to perish.

Multicolored radiance illuminated the Xingtian Legion’s territory. Compared to that land of deep waters and scorching fires beyond, their side was an oddly quiet stretch. In silent meditation, each person firmly grasped each minute to heal up. From their fight just now, they already knew that war was abrupt to arrive. It was a mystery when the next major battle would come.

Xu Yangyi was also meditating, but he didn’t cycle any heart art. Although the Eternal Alchemy Canon had yet to form...