Yuan Lingjun slowly raised his head, gazing at the clear sky that was about to be shrouded in the shadow of battle, a resolute glint in his eyes.
Then, his spiritual energy surged and churned like a raging tide.
This spiritual energy, visible to the naked eye, gathered around him into swirling currents of air, causing his robes to flutter wildly.
Thus, supported by this spiritual energy, he slowly rose into the air, the oppressive aura emanating from him growing stronger with each step.
Fang Xian, seeing this, curled his lips into a cold, mocking smile, a smile that seemed to ridicule Yuan Lingjun's overestimation of his abilities.
Then, he too soared into the sky.
On the ground, the entire town was shrouded in a deathly silence.
Everyone looked up, their eyes fixed on the two figures gradually shrinking in the sky.
Elder Tianqiong and Elder Tianlan, despite their severe injuries, pale faces, and still-wet bloodstains, still struggled to their feet, supporting each other.
Their eyes were filled with determination and expectation, as they murmured encouragement to Yuan Lingjun.
Li Muwan and Luo Hongxia huddled together tightly, their hands unconsciously clenched so tightly their knuckles turned white.
Their faces were etched with worry and fear. They occasionally offered each other words of comfort, but their trembling voices betrayed their deep unease.
Their gazes followed Fang Xian's figure, silently praying for his safe return, spared from the battle.
The surrounding cultivators were also affected by the tense atmosphere; some wore expressions of fear, others of anticipation, and still others of grave seriousness.
Everyone understood that the outcome of this earth-shattering battle would directly impact their fates. They were both witnesses to the battle and potential victims of its aftershocks.
As the two ascended to the highest point in the sky, the once pristine, snow-white clouds began to churn and swirl, forming enormous vortexes.
These vortexes contained powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy, seemingly poised to erupt at any moment.
Yuan Lingjun roared suddenly, his voice booming like a bell, echoing through the high heavens.
With this roar, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and an ancient magical artifact instantly materialized.
This artifact radiated mysterious runic light, the runes seeming to possess a life of their own, constantly flowing and flickering on its surface.
Where the runes touched, space itself trembled slightly, rippling in layers.
"Die!"
Yuan Lingjun swung his magic weapon fiercely, unleashing a beam of spiritual energy carrying the force of a world-destroying blast. Like a golden dragon, it roared and lunged towards Fang Xian.
The combined strength of a Golden Immortal realm expert and the enhancement of this powerful magic weapon made this attack unimaginably powerful.
Where the beam of spiritual energy passed, space seemed to be sliced open by the sharpest blade, leaving behind fine yet deep cracks. These cracks continued to widen, threatening to tear the entire space apart.
However, Fang Xian showed no fear. He stood calmly in place, his eyes revealing a calm and disdainful expression.
Faced with the overwhelming attack, he neither dodged nor evaded, but instead withstood it with his bare body.
When the beam of spiritual energy struck him, a deafening roar erupted.
Instantly, light burst forth, blinding everyone, and billowing dust rose like a mushroom cloud, completely engulfing Fang Xian.
Everyone thought that this attack would surely have severely injured Fang Xian, perhaps even killing him.
But as the dust settled, a familiar figure slowly emerged.
Fang Xian stood unharmed, his clothes perfectly intact, his hair neatly combed, and the mocking smile still playing on his lips, as if the terrifying attack had been nothing more than a gentle breeze.
"How is this possible!"
Yuan Lingjun exclaimed in disbelief, his voice filled with shock and fear.
Before he could recover from his shock, Fang Xian flashed before him like a ghost.
His speed was so fast that Yuan Lingjun barely had time to react.
Fang Xian unleashed a punch carrying immense force, the wind howling as if it could tear the air apart.
Yuan Lingjun hastily raised his arm to block, but was still forced back by the powerful force.
With each step he retreated, a trace of spiritual energy rippled through the air, as if his body were colliding with space itself.
Fang Xian pressed his advantage, his fists and feet raining down like raindrops.
Each strike contained terrifying power; each punch carried the force to shatter mountains and split rocks; each kick seemed capable of shattering stars.
Under this storm of attacks, Yuan Lingjun was forced back step by step. His clothes were torn by the wind, revealing numerous wounds from which blood gushed, leaving streaks in the air.
Yuan Lingjun was filled with shock and rage. He knew that the enemy before him was no ordinary opponent; if he did not use his full strength, he would surely die today.
He gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes, and unleashed all his magical treasures at once.
In an instant, the sky flashed with light as various magical treasures of different forms appeared.
Some whistled through the air like sharp swords, their blades gleaming coldly, tearing tiny cracks in the space wherever they went.
Some hovered before him like shields, their surfaces engraved with mysterious runes, emitting a faint golden light, attempting to block Fang Xian's attacks.
Others released eerie beams of light, these beams intertwining to form a massive net of spiritual energy, trying to control his movements.
Then, Yuan Lingjun chanted an incantation, his voice low and obscure.
As the incantation was finished, a powerful magical treasure was activated to its fullest potential.
This magical treasure, which had previously been quietly floating in the air, emitting a faint light, suddenly shone brightly, its radiance almost eclipsing the sun's brilliance.
In an instant, the entire sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, a massive black rift appearing out of nowhere.
Endless destructive power surged forth from the rift, sweeping towards Fang Xian.
This destructive power seemed capable of devouring everything; wherever it went, space distorted and deformed, the surrounding clouds instantly evaporated, and even the air seemed to be burned away.
Faced with this attack that could almost destroy everything, Fang Xian remained calm.
His eyes showed no fear, but rather an excitement and anticipation.
His muscles were taut, each one seemingly brimming with boundless power.
With a deep roar, he unleashed a tremendous force, charging headlong into the destructive attack.
To the horrified eyes of the crowd, he collided with the terrifying attack, the resulting energy causing the entire space to tremble violently.
A series of deafening explosions echoed in the sky, like countless bombs exploding simultaneously.
Light and darkness intertwined, creating an extremely eerie and awe-inspiring scene.
With a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth, Fang Xian, like a shooting star, slammed Yuan Lingjun into the ground.
Yuan Lingjun's body plummeted like a kite with a broken string.
The people on the ground watched in horror, scattering in all directions.
With a dull thud, Yuan Lingjun's body crashed heavily into the ground, instantly creating a huge crater.
The ground around the crater cracked, fissures spreading outwards like a spiderweb.
Smoke and dust filled the air and lingered for a long time.