Gateway of Immortality-Chapter 452: Wind and Saber

The raging wind surged forward. Not only were wind blades cutting through the air, but even the hurricane itself seemed to take on solid form, obscuring the night sky and the stars. The immense pressure it carried was suffocating.

The rampaging hurricane seemed intent on tearing this space apart.

Aside from the continuous howling of the wind, nothing else could be heard.

The chaotic spiritual qi tugged at everyone's nerves. Facing such a terrifying scene, the cultivators of the Small Cold Domain were incomparably tense, their expressions grave.

Qin Sang did not spare a glance at the Tianxing Alliance but instead kept his focus locked on the qi saber under his control.

The hurricane drew closer.

The qi sabers finally moved.

All at once, the sabers surged forward, the saber array clashing head-on with the hurricane, erupting in a dazzling radiance.

To the naked eye, all the sabers seemed to merge into one, transforming into a massive, elongated dragon. With a sharp, piercing cry, it lunged straight at the hurricane.

Rumble...

A deafening explosion shook the heavens and the earth.

The sheer impact of the collision made every cultivator's heart skip a beat.

Even the distant battlefield of Core Formation cultivators was momentarily disrupted. Their battles paused for a brief moment as numerous gazes involuntarily turned toward the clash.

The violent storm engulfed the sabers.

The saber lights shattered the wind blades.

At the very center, where spiritual qi was thrown into chaos, a terrifying eye of the storm formed.

Within that eye, wind and sabers intertwined, shredding the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, leaving nothing visible.

The aftermath of the collision rippled outward in all directions. The surface of the water below was blasted open, revealing the murky silt and aquatic plants at the lakebed.

Towering waves surged and churned, yet the massive hole in the water refused to be filled.

As the shockwaves crashed toward the two opposing formations, the raging tides of spiritual qi carried fragments of shattered sabers and wind blades, their destructive power still fearsome enough to make one's heart tremble.

A commotion erupted on the Small Cold Domain’s side. Without needing orders, everyone instinctively summoned their artifacts to defend against the aftershocks.

Mu Yifeng led his group in standing before Qin Sang, raising the Nine-Fire Divine Blade.

Just then, Qin Sang suddenly let out a muffled groan, a metallic taste rising in his throat. His face paled slightly, and his body wavered as if struggling to stay upright.

Mu Yifeng, noticing Qin Sang’s abnormal state, turned his head in concern despite being in the midst of battle.

Qin Sang gave a slight shake of his head, indicating that he was fine.

His controlled saber had been destroyed, and its destruction caused a backlash. However, he was no stranger to acting as the Array Eye. The moment he sensed something amiss, he severed his connection with the saber, suffering only negligible injuries that would not affect his combat ability.

Swiftly swallowing a healing pill, Qin Sang cast a glance at the oncoming shockwave before issuing a command. Without delay, another saber took form under his control and plunged into the eye of the storm.

The clash continued for nearly the time it took to burn an incense stick.

Both sides fought relentlessly, with the storm's eye shifting back and forth but never deviating too far, remaining roughly at the midpoint between the two battle formations.

Neither side seemed capable of overwhelming the other.

Yet as time passed, the destructive power of the storm's eye clearly weakened. The most visible change was that the gaping hole in the water’s surface was finally on the verge of closing.

Meanwhile, the two sides were drawing ever closer.

Once again, the hurricane shredded Qin Sang’s saber, but this time, he did not form another. Instead, he locked eyes on the approaching enemy, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "Prepare for close combat!"

As expected, it was the familiar sequence of events. This time was no different—the battle was about to enter melee range.

Having reached this stage, the initial battles still carried some uncertainties.

But in the later stages, the combatants had grown too familiar with each other. Their minor tricks had already been exhausted, and even if some remained, they were of little use in an open battlefield.

In large-scale battles like this, the process was almost always the same.

Swoosh! Swoosh...

Countless streaks of evasion light crisscrossed, and the formation suddenly shifted.

Qin Sang and the others had fulfilled their role as the Array Eye. The cultivators surrounding him returned to their respective squads, and the brilliance of countless artifacts ignited within the battle formation, densely packed and dazzling like the stars.

The eye of the storm had yet to fully dissipate, but it was no longer enough to hinder the advancing forces.

The cries of battle rose and fell, echoing through the heavens as the two waves of radiance finally merged.

Yet beneath this breathtaking spectacle lurked a lethal intent!

Now that the distance had closed, certain differences became apparent. Though both the Tianxing Alliance and the Small Cold Domain were immortal cultivators, they were, in fact, markedly distinct from one another.

These differences were not only reflected in their artifacts but also in the cultivators themselves.

Even after three years of war, the formation of the Small Cold Domain still bore some signs of disorder compared to the Tianxing Alliance. While the coordination within individual squads had been honed to near perfection, a bird’s-eye view of the entire battle formation revealed a more significant gap.

However, in terms of overall strength, the Small Cold Domain was not inferior to the Tianxing Alliance. Though the latter boasted greater numbers and a larger battle formation, the Small Cold Domain had an unexpected advantage in high-level cultivators. In terms of the number of Fake Core and late-stage Foundation Building cultivators, the Small Cold Domain actually surpassed the Tianxing Alliance.

Furthermore, the Small Cold Domain cultivators wielded a wider variety of artifacts. In contrast, most Tianxing Alliance cultivators relied on battle armor, spears, halberds, sabers, and swords—giving them a strikingly uniform appearance.

Having fought them for so long, Qin Sang did not underestimate them just because their artifacts seemed monotonous.

For immortal cultivators, artifacts were only one aspect of their strength. Moreover, the Tianxing Alliance's weaponry was designed for coordination, allowing them to unleash power far beyond the individual quality of their artifacts.

"Senior Brother Mu, you’ll take the vanguard. I’ll cover you from the center," Qin Sang transmitted his order.

"Understood!"

Mu Yifeng grasped the Nine-Fire Divine Blade, flames coiling around him as he charged at the forefront.

The rest of the squad spread out, forming a battle stance around Qin Sang and Mu Yifeng, ready for combat.

Qin Sang pointed his finger, sending the Cold Gold Sword—which had been circling around him—soaring forward in a streak of chilling light, moving parallel to Mu Yifeng. With his now-free hand, he retrieved the Yin-Yang Luopan...

"Kill!"

The battlefield erupted with shouts of war.

Boom!

The battle formations finally clashed.

In that instant, Qin Sang lost sight of the distant battlefield. Before his eyes, there was only the enemy in front of him.

A group of opponents stormed forward like a piercing blade, slicing through the formation, cutting a direct path toward him.

Similar clashes were unfolding all across the battlefield.

Yet, despite their looser formation, the Small Cold Domain cultivators remained disciplined and unshaken.

Qin Sang had no time to worry about other areas. He swiftly scanned his surroundings, assessed the strength of both sides, and then gave the command.

"Kill!"

Whoosh!

The Cold Gold Sword shot forth in a flash of cold brilliance, advancing alongside the Nine-Fire Divine Blade. At the same time, several squads around Qin Sang keenly followed his movements, immediately launching their support.

In an instant, a barrage of artifacts streaked through the battlefield, clashing head-on with the enemy.

The opposition did not retreat. Their momentum remained fierce, with sword qi and saber light intertwining in a chaotic dance.

Upon impact, the enemy's charge momentarily faltered.

Yet Qin Sang did not press the attack.

"Withdraw!"

As the saying goes, attack with full force at the start, but wither on the second strike, and collapse by the third.

Qin Sang was no fool. He had no intention of clashing head-on with the enemy. Dulling their momentum was enough—his objective had already been achieved.

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