It happened the moment Bong Gong closed his eyes.From the edge of the snow-covered peak, a pale shockwave rippled outward in a long, sweeping arc.


    Fwaaang—!


    A line of snow burst into a frenzied spiral, trailing behind the force of an aerial step. Bong Gong’s subordinates, still maintaining their formation, reacted instantly.


    “Cross formation! First squad, draw swords! Second squad, nock arrows!”


    “Attack! Don’t die in vain!”


    Ten warriors simultaneously unsheathed their swords and raised their bows.


    The elongated, ashen-white hands slicing through the air let out a fierce sound.


    Though visibly shaken by the unprecedented speed of the aerial assault, the warriors’ auras carried a chilling sharpness, befitting martial artists of the Thirteen Heavens.


    They were from Amya Battlefront, warriors trained in an archery technique capable of dominating even close-range combat.


    Swish.


    Jeong Yeon-shin turned without bothering to draw his sword.


    Perhaps it was because he had reached a level beyond the grasp of even warriors trained in the greatest sects. Drawing his blade again felt unnecessary.


    How much longer will the Danju need to recuperate?


    His body was nearly in perfect condition now. He had never felt so light and free before.


    The lake’s mysterious power had accelerated his recovery. The Moon Spirit Harmony Technique of Ipwang Fortress’s Lord had harmonized with it.


    It had melted into his Radiant Wheel Technique more than he had expected. Thanks to Cheongmyeong’s guidance, he had even managed to develop a new aerial technique.


    It was something to be grateful for. Thinking of the fortress lord made his heart itch.


    It’s been a while since I last saw him.


    That was when—


    Above his head.


    “What’s this? What’s this? What was that just now—?”


    A graceful shadow descended, pushing aside the starlight. Sear?h the n?vel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Even in the night air, the crimson hem of her robe flared like the beating wings of a bat. Her perfectly balanced form, honed to the pinnacle of mastery, radiated an eerie yet captivating energy.


    The arrival of the Seventh Apostle was as natural as the wind.


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