Chapter 1289 - Samsara Passage
As Vanya settled her nerves, she slipped entirely into the zone. Her control over the spiritual array sharpened until it felt seamless, displaying a unity with heaven and earth, as she had merged completely with the formation.
Terrifying waves of magical force spread across the Icebound Expanse, leaving the dozens of elves watching from afar dumbfounded.
"Has the Saintess always been that powerful? This is a blessing to our light faction," the elves said, moved. If the Saintess ended up surviving this ordeal, they believed she would lead them to glory.
The divine race struck again and again, yet achieved nothing.
A kilometer away, the white-robed youth watched in silence. Several powerful divinekin stood beside him, not daring to breathe loudly as the murderous intent radiating from him deepened with each passing moment.
The blacksmithing event unfolded in a way that shocked everyone. Forging lost all attention as the crowd fixed on the battle. Now and then, a few hammer blows rang out, but the sounds vanished beneath the uproar.
"Build the sacrificial stage!" a commanding divinekin shouted.
More than a thousand divinekin halted, produced strange jars, and placed them around the perimeter. They were arranging their own spiritual array to break Liu Wuxie's Icebound Expanse.
Liu Wuxie, however, remained unmoved. He continued forging, hands weaving seals as demonic flame wrapped the Scarlet Firmament Stone in mid-air, drawing out a dazzling luster.
"Let's hope he can hold out," Zhuge Ming said, appearing behind Elder Long at some point.
This battle concerned more than Liu Wuxie's life and death—it carried the honor of the Heavenly Dragon Sect. What was the divine race attempting by besieging one of their disciples?
"He'll survive!" Elder Long said firmly. Liu Wuxie had endured trials on the True Martial Continent and in the Astral Domain; he would endure this one, too.