On the edge of Northern Immortal State.
On the battlefield, the situation drastically changed.
Saint of Azure Sky seemed as though deflated, his aura rapidly weakening as if an invisible great sword grievously wounded him.
In contrast, Xu Yu, as if aided by divine intervention, glowed resplendently with gold, his aura surged greatly, resembling a celestial deity, unstoppable and formidable.
Both were undoubtedly perplexed by the sudden turn of events, eyes wide open, unable to comprehend.
"How, how is this possible!"
"Why would Heavenly Dao aid you?"
Saint of Azure Sky felt intense incredulity and grievance.
He was Heaven's Spokesperson, after all.
Why would Heavenly Dao withdraw its blessings from him and instead help Xu Yu?
This made no sense at all.
"Why would Heavenly Dao help me? This makes no sense."
Xu Yu was equally puzzled.
Wasn't he from a camp opposing the Celestial Dao of the Immortal Realm?
