The sky above the battlefield was dusty and dark. The strong wind carried the scent of blood and ashes. Corpses covered the ground, and the cries of warriors echoed through the air. Yet, amid this chaos, there was a place of silence—a space where even the battlefield itself seemed to hold its breath.
At the center of this silence, two figures stood facing each other.
Ling Yuexian – Her eyes had turned an icy blue, as if they could pierce through time and space. In her hand, she held a long spear of ice, with veins of light pulsing through it like the lifeblood of a living creature.
Yun Taixing – The younger brother of the Yun Patriarch and uncle of Yun Wang.
They stared at each other, neither making a move. This was an unspoken rule among high-level powerhouses—before the battle began, both sides had the chance to break each other's spirit and mind.
