Paragon Of Sin

WOOSH! WOOSH!

Bing Tian and Highlord Spiritwalker flew aggressively, their Mystic Qards manifesting. Bing Tian's Mystic Ward was icy-blue, exuding a frosty wind that caused the chaos mana to solidify into clear crystals. Highlord Spiritwalker's Mystic Ward was a mixture of cyan and white, exuding a heavy feeling that weighed upon the Spiritual Sense.

Their target's Mystic Ward violently rippled, defending against the invisible surging spiritual strength that Highlord Spiritwalker had unleashed! The bright golden color spurted out vigorous bursts of light, deformed slightly, and then rapidly restored to its original appearance.

Highlord Spiritwalker's spell had been blocked!

Their offensive was without any words. Bing Tian withdrew a crystal spear that reached for eight feet in length, its internal body glistened with starlight. It was forged by using Everlasting Ice and refined by the Bing Clan's treasured material, the Stellar Icy Dew. When she gripped it, her icy aura amplified instantly.

The Mystic Ward of the masked, cloaked figure was coated by a layer of ice. His vibrant gold Mystic Ward seethed and began to melt away the ice, producing wisps of icy mist. Despite lacking the fire element, his Mystic Power had a hot, feverish type of strength.

Yang-attributed Mystic Power!

Their joint assault sent the figure reeling back in retreat while they blitzed forth. Their initial long-range spells had crashed heavily against his Mystic Ward in a blink of a mortal's eye. Due to the unexpected assault, the figure was caught off-guard and had a delayed reaction despite conjuring his defense immediately out of instinct.

"..." The two women exchanged glances, seeing the shock in their eyes amidst their forceful rush. The Mystic Ward's fluctuations of Mystic Power indicated that this cloaked figure was at the Soul of Mysticism Phase, yet he had blocked both of their spells with his hastily conjured Mystic Ward.

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This was highly irregular, and their attitudes became exceedingly serious as they decided to be swift in their approach. They were unable to execute Spatial Arts due to the turbulent spatial energy in the Dark Void, a result of the Chaosnovas, so they circulated their Mystic Power to unleash their respective movement arts.

Their actions were unintentionally synchronized, and they turned into comets wreathed in Mystic Power as they accelerated!

BOOM!

A single thunderous boom that sent the chaos mana of the immediate world into disarray could be felt.

Highlord Spiritwalker's movement art left many spiritual images in the Dark Void, her steps left a trail of Spiritual Strength that diffused into the Void, and if a cultivator were to focus their Spiritual Sense in her direction or future path, they'll find tracking her movements as dizzying as looking as a hazy blur on a racetrack. While she wasn't faster than Bing Tian, she was certainly more difficult to grasp.

Bing Tian's movement art was more straightforward, resorting to simplicity rather than trickery, and she was like an ice arrow as they sliced through the ambient spatial energies and chaos mana, removing the typical resistance one might face.

She blew past Highlord Spiritwalker at twice her speed. Despite their cultivation bases being the same, Highlord Spiritwalker had only recently ascended to the Demi-Mortal Lord Phase while Bing Tian had been a Highlord for thousands of years, so her foundation of Mystic Power was considerably weaker.

Highlord Spiritwalker's expression changed minutely. But she kept focused, following along as her hands exuded a faint cyan and white-colored spiritual light. She would follow-up with a lethal attack should Bing Tian fail to subdue this cultivator.

The one that Wei Wuyin had deemed an Evil Blessed had withdrawn his weapon, and the entire world shook!

The thing was too big to be called a sword. Too big, too thick, too heavy and too rough. It was more like a large hunk of iron. It felt as if with a mere swing, it could slay demons, immortals, and dragons alike. Its edges weren't particularly sharp yet it glinted with a terrifying sharpness that felt as if it could, with merely a single swing, sliced through an entire planet.

At times, it felt as if it was just two meters in length. With a blink of one's eye, it felt as if it could reach four meters in length. The length, girth, and presence defied perception.

However, while it was being wielded by the Evil Blessed, it was hard to concentrate on anything else. Bing Tian felt her Mystic Soul tremble as a wave of dread suffused her heart, seizing it like a mighty grip, and she felt death.

By this point, she was a mere few miles away from the Evil Blessed, and this type of distance was an eighth of a step to experts at their level.

"...!" Her developed experience after thousands of years of cultivation and effort forged through battles and struggles stimulated her survival instincts. She didn't hesitate to slam her hand forward, conjuring a defensive art that surged forth like an avalanche of icy wind. She roared in her heart as her entire body glistened!

She began to undergo a miraculous change as the Mystic Runes within her flesh, etched into her after success in her Third Ascension, began to exude latent mystic strength! Her skin became like ice, her breath exuded icy wind, and her fingertips and eyes became like glistening crystals.

DEMI-MYSTIC STATE!

The strongest form of a Demi-Mortal Lord as they temporarily gained the physique of an Earthly Saint at a cost of tremendous Mystic Power and energy exhaustion. She utilized her strongest strength to defend! However, forward momentum couldn't be canceled so easily—not even for an Ascended being.

The Evil Blessed performed a swipe of this gargantuan blade. The avalanche was split into two with what seemed like genuine ease. The path towards the Demi-Mystic State Bing Tian was opened clearly, and her crystal-like eyes widened in fear as the Evil Blessed turned his titanic blade and sliced again!

A wave of rippling strength that seemed as heavy as a titanic-sized planet and as fearsome as a Choasnova surged forth!

She tried to retreat!

She wanted to flee!

Her heart and soul screamed at her to do so, and regret surfaced on her face.

"No!" Bing Tian saw death; she refused to let it end here. She shrieked like a banshee as her Mystic Soul ignited! This was a forceful Ignition, not mitigated by any preparatory arts, so her burst of power was sudden and explosive. She slammed both hands forth as Mystic Power backed by her Demi-Mystic State and Ignited Mystic Soul gushed out!

BOOM!!!

A world of icy sprinkles formed as a figure was sent flying back. If one looked closely, they would see a pale-faced woman with both of arms shattered at the base; they didn't bleed as they had frozen over.

Bing Tian used her enhanced strength to execute her movement art again, but this time she shot backwards with greater speed than she arrived.

This took a long time to describe, but it was a disgustingly quick sequence of continuous events. While Bing Tian was on the retreat, Highlord Spiritwalker was still rushing forward. She saw Bing Tian shot backwards, and when she caught a glimpse of Bing Tian's horrific state, her pupils violently shook.

But as her attention was drawn over, she felt a terrifyingly heavy power coming her way! It was the same weighty as a world and forceful as the explosion of a Choasnova degree of power. The Evil Blessed had turned his blade towards her!

She, however, lacked the foundation and instincts of high-level Demi-Mortal Lord combat, so her first thought was to retreat in the face of death, not risk it all using the Demi-Mortal State and Mystic Soul Ignition.

She reinforced her Mystic Ward and sought to retreat. The power smashed against her defenses and crushed them like glass, her eyes widened as she felt her body met an irresistible force.

BOOM!

Her body flew back at a speed that was even faster than Bing Tian! In a blink, she caught up to Bing Tian.

Bing Tian's crystal-like eyes saw Highlord Spiritwalker and her soul shuddered. Her eyes had exploded, her skin was ravaged by lacerations, and her defensive clothing and cloak had blown off as her body was as bare as she was at birth. But her broken bones, her deformed skull, and ragdoll-like movements were horrific to witness.

"Shit!"