In distant Roaring River Martial City, Yang Ying and the others were overjoyed. Without wasting a second, they started organizing the evacuation.
"Move the civilians—quickly!" Yang Ying barked, waving his hand as spiritual energy rippled through the streets.
By now, no one doubted Jiang Chen's identity as a prodigy of the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace. After all, he'd deliberately shifted the battlefield away from the city to spare it from destruction. That alone said everything.
Then—boom!
A pillar of light shot up from the city's Teleportation Hall, tearing through the clouds. Five figures stepped out from within, their outlines sharp against the glow.
As the radiance faded, their faces came into view—three men and two women, old and withered, yet their spines were straight as blades. Their presence carried the oppressive might of cultivators standing at the brink of the Nirvana Cleansing realm.
