The sky had collapsed!
For those living in the northern part of Dayue, the sky had inexplicably dimmed, its clouds stacking solidly, pressing down continuously as if the heavens themselves were collapsing.
"What, what?!"
Liu Qing, who was engaged in a magical battle with the Three Immortals of the Jinxian Sect, was utterly horrified.
He had been fighting at the height of his powers, pressing down on the three of them.
Although these three adversaries appeared to be crafty, he himself was at the Divine Threshold Realm, where his Dharma Image and flesh could transform into each other. They could not get the better of him. On the contrary, as time passed, he became even more adept.
After all, there was a gap in their realms. Although his Dharma Image also could not do much against these three, he still managed to gain the upper hand through the suppression of his mana.
He hadn't fought a battle like this in a long time and was feeling somewhat proud of himself.