Humbha slowly raised her staff. The very next moment, the pressure surrounding her suddenly intensified.
The air itself seemed to grow heavier. Invisible waves of spiritual power spread in every direction, causing even the surrounding sky to tremble.
Lily did not retreat even a single step. She struck her staff against the air.
At the same moment, the tremendous pressure surrounding her also erupted, instantly breaking through Humbha's oppressive aura.
Humbha's eyes narrowed.
"You."
Lily's gaze was cold and unwavering.
"Humbha... Today, I will fulfill the promise I made when I received my inheritance."
Humbha slightly furrowed her brows.
"Which promise?"
Lily tightened her grip around her staff.
"You have destroyed our inheritance countless times. But that will not happen anymore."
Her eyes became even sharper.
"This time... your death is certain."
For a few moments, silence surrounded them.
Then Humbha burst into laughter.
"Hahaha... Stop dreaming about my death."
She pointed her staff toward Lily.
"Crushing your tiny little chirping will take me no time at all."
There was no expression on Lily's face.
"Then come."
The very next moment~both Yakshinis disappeared at lightning speed.
In the middle of the sky, the two collided with each other. Their staffs clashed with tremendous spiritual power.
The entire atmosphere shook violently. A sharp crack appeared in the surrounding sky.
For a few moments, everyone's gaze on the battlefield turned toward them. The battle between two Seventh Stage cultivators had begun.
And the moment their staffs collided... the true battle of Mehan Mountain had finally begun.
On the other side, Omas and Master Jins had also clashed.
The deafening collision of their swords echoed throughout the battlefield, and its reverberations could be heard across the distant Mehan Mountains. The force behind every clash was so tremendous that many soldiers were forced to cover their ears.
Neither of them said a single word. They had only one purpose in their minds~to take each other's life.
The intent to kill was clearly visible in every clash of their swords.
Meanwhile, in another part of the battlefield... the Shadow Messenger and Liora stood facing one another.
Neither of them moved. Neither spoke a single word.
Their eyes remained fixed upon each other, and both silently waited for even the slightest weakness in their opponent.
On the other side of the battlefield, Omas and Master Jins' swords were clashing with tremendous speed.
Master Jins suddenly swung his sword toward Omas's shoulder. Omas bent down to evade the attack and, with the same momentum, swung his sword toward Master Jins's neck.
Master Jins leaned backward. The sword passed just a few inches from his neck.
The very next moment~the two were facing each other once again.
No words were necessary between them anymore.
Every strike was saying only one thing~one of them had to die.
Omas suddenly changed the direction of his sword and launched three consecutive attacks.
Master Jins blocked all three attacks, but the force of the third strike pushed him several meters backward.
He regained his balance in the air and, in the very next moment, lunged forward at lightning speed.
His sword collided with Omas's sword once again.
This time, the collision made even the sky tremble.
But at that very moment... in another part of the battlefield, a different kind of silence had settled.
The Shadow Messenger and Liora stood facing one another.
All around them, the clashes of swords, the roars of soldiers, and the cries of battle echoed through the air, yet the space between the two remained strangely quiet.
Liora's gaze remained fixed upon the Shadow Messenger's sword. The Shadow Messenger's eyes remained fixed upon her face.
A gentle breeze passed between them.
Liora tightened her grip around her sword.
At that very moment, a faint smile appeared on the Shadow Messenger's lips.
The next instant~both disappeared at the same time.
Snehwal's head had fallen forward from exhaustion. There was now almost no spiritual power remaining within his body.
Liora was supporting him, helping him maintain his balance.
Seeing his condition, the concern in Liora's eyes grew even deeper.
Everyone had chosen their opponents.
The battle between the armies and the high-level cultivators had already reached its peak, with the entire battlefield moving toward an even more intense climax.
However, Arjun and Lela had maintained such firm control over their forces that the army of Kankal City was beginning to lose its footing.
In this war, everyone was using their full strength to settle their personal grudges.
They fought with everything they had, trying to pull the battle toward their own side.
Because at this point... No one had a better option.