The Celestial Battle Commences
The skies above the Celestial Realm trembled as the Ansha descended from the heavens, followed by hundreds of Celestial immortals. Their arrival was like a storm, cascading waves of magical energy rolling across the battlefield. The air shimmered with power, causing even the most seasoned disciples and saints to take a step back in awe.
Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the scene. Though chaos engulfed the battlefield, a calmness settled over him—a rare moment of clarity in the heart of war.
"It is you," Xiao Yan muttered, his voice low but filled with determination.
The Ansha's gaze settled on him, a faint smile playing across his lips. "You've come to kill me?" he asked, his voice a mixture of amusement and authority.
"I won't waste my time," Xiao Yan replied, determination etched into every word.
The Ansha chuckled softly, the sound resonating like distant thunder. "I hope so. I'm in a hurry too."
Xiao Yan's brow furrowed. "In a hurry? You—undaunted as always. Why?"
The Ansha's gaze shifted over the battlefield, calm yet calculating. "Xiao Yan, don't bite the hand that feeds you. Look carefully. The real enemy is near, not me."
Xiao Yan's chest tightened. "The hand that feeds me? The real enemy? All I see is you—my enemy!"
Without further words, the two clashed. Lightning and energy erupted from their collisions, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. The Ansha's power was overwhelming; he pushed Xiao Yan back with an invisible force, sending him crashing to the ground. Blood stained the earth.
The Ansha's attention turned to the other combatants. He soared toward them with godlike speed. With a mere gesture of his hand, he drained the core essence of the weaker disciples, obliterating them instantly. Their bodies vanished into nothingness, leaving behind silence that echoed in the vast realm.
LuQi, Nem, and Di'or immediately launched their attacks. They converged on the Ansha, striking from multiple angles, attempting to trap him. The Ansha moved with effortless grace, dodging every blow while sending out a wave of force that knocked them all back. Blood spewed from their mouths, yet none fell completely; their resolve held.
Xiao Yan rose slowly, brushing blood from his lips, determination blazing in his eyes. The battlefield trembled with the clash of titans.