A tremor ran through both of them, and they couldn't help but look up at the hazy, indistinct mountaintop. Rampant energy churned violently as a ferocious crimson clashed with a deep, tranquil blue.
The entire sky above the peak was distorted. The churning energy resembled a raging sea, or countless colossal beasts battling above the clouds. It plunged the summit into a sudden, night-like darkness, only to be intermittently blasted bright by piercing flashes of light too brilliant to behold.
The intense energy fluctuations caused the many nearby Netherworld Creatures to scatter and flee on pure instinct, not daring to approach.
Steward Feng watched nervously, and Qin Tianlin was fully focused. Fan Zhao clenched his fists. Seeing the battlefield gradually move away from the summit, he could no longer hold back. He soared into the air, a streak of purple light shooting straight for the mountaintop.
The chance for Melting a Holy Profession was right before his eyes!
