The celestial army advanced, a wave of golden light and crushing power, descending upon the vulnerable human cultivators. War God Xing’s command, "Exterminate them. Leave nothing," echoed not just across the chasm, but deep within Yueling's bones, a chilling pronouncement of total annihilation. Fear, cold and absolute, gripped her heart, a primal instinct that threatened to paralyze her. Her followers, a brave but small force, recoiled, their faces paling, their spiritual energies flickering under the sheer weight of divine oppression.
"Hold the line!" Yueling screamed, her voice thin against the roaring wind, yet imbued with a fierce, desperate strength. She gripped her glowing knife, its faint light a defiant spark against the overwhelming celestial radiance. No. Not again. I will not l
