Fang Tian blade split the air with a deafening crack, smashing into his opponent's chest and sending the woman crashing through the side of a burning building.
Lin Zhaoyue, by contrast, tilted her head and let out a small sigh.
Her smile faded to a pout, her vines pausing mid-whip. "Really, husband… I was just starting to have fun."
Fang Yuan didn't so much as glance her way. His expression remained carved from stone, his focus absolute.
Instead, his realm spread further, outward, downward, everywhere rolling across the battlefield like a shadow dragged from the heavens.
Wherever it passed, the Qin soldiers faltered, their breath caught in their throats, their knees buckled.
Even the banners that once surged so confidently now wavered in the smoky air.
The purple lattice shuddered. Cracks spiderwebbed across the glowing cage as Xiao Bai slowly straightened her posture.
A faint tremor rippled through the air, followed by a sound like glass splintering under pressure.
BOOM!
