Taking advantage of the Wu Clan’s distraction, Eastern Emperor Taiyi shook the Chaos Clock vigorously, unleashing a sonic wave that was not overly loud but devastating in its power. "All of you, fall!" he bellowed. The wave surged forward like a rushing tide, carrying an overwhelming force. The members of the Wu Clan hurriedly unleashed their divine abilities to resist. For a moment, light flickered and spells crisscrossed; the foot of Mount Buzhou seemed to transform into a massive alchemical furnace where everyone struggled desperately. For the sake of their clans and their convictions, there was no turning back in this great war.
Buffeted by the raging winds and fierce fighting, Mount Buzhou stood teetering, like an old man nearing his end, ready to collapse at any moment. Boulders tumbled down the mountainside, striking the ground with dull thuds. The thick, dark clouds above appeared ignited by the flames of war, their edges glowing with an eerie, surging purple-red, as if the Primordial World itself were shivering in the face of this unprecedented battle. Black fissures in the fractured space widened continuously like gaping, ghastly maws, occasionally spilling out currents of chaotic turbulence that dissolved earth and stone and twisted the air with a sizzling sound, adding a layer of apocalyptic desolation to the brutal battlefield.
Dijun radiated a frantic energy. The Butcher Sword in his hand blazed with brilliance, its runes dancing and flickering as if greedily …
Chapter 147