Gateway of Immortality-Chapter 453: Noon

The chaotic battle raged on, shrouding the sky in turmoil.

Qin Sang had lost count of how many opponents he had faced. All he could do was remain clear-headed, suppressing the heat of battle, making precise judgments about the situation, and ensuring that he never strayed too far from his own forces.

Boom!

Crack!

A crisp shattering sound snapped Qin Sang’s attention back.

He saw his opponent’s golden shield break at one corner under Mu Yifeng’s Nine-Fire Divine Blade. Several other artifacts struck the shield in succession, and a deep, jagged crack ran across its surface, threatening to shatter it completely at any moment.

The opponent’s expression turned to panic. With a startled cry, they hastily retreated.

The Nine-Fire Divine Blade flared with a crimson glow as Mu Yifeng prepared to lead a charge in pursuit. Just then, Qin Sang’s expression shifted slightly, and he shouted, “Don’t chase! Fall back!”

The enemy appeared flustered, yet their formation remained intact.

More importantly, Qin Sang sharply noticed that several enemies in the vicinity were subtly paying attention to their actions. Their positioning was particularly telling.

Silently, an inconspicuous gap had been left open at the front.

He had no idea when they had set it up, but the trap had already taken shape. It was just waiting for them to step in.

A cold sweat broke out on Qin Sang’s back.

These people are bait!

If they let greed and bloodlust cloud their judgment, charging in would be no different from walking into a snare. Teng Zhaogang had fallen in precisely this manner, which Qin Sang had witnessed it firsthand and still remembered it vividly.

"We’re withdrawing too!"

Qin Sang quickly sent a transmission to Mu Yifeng, ordering a controlled retreat.

As expected, upon seeing their response, many Tianxing Alliance cultivators revealed looks of disappointment. The supposedly panicked enemies stopped running and instead tried to bait them further.

Fortunately, Mu Yifeng and his men followed Qin Sang’s commands without question. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Qin Sang quickly pieced together the reasoning behind the enemy’s tactics; his squad had drawn too much attention.

In the past, he had always prioritized survival. Once thrown into chaotic battles, everyone fought for themselves, and with no one paying him much mind, he ordered his teammates to keep a low profile.

Even when using the ebony sword, he only targeted key figures, immediately shifting battlefields afterward to avoid being swarmed.

His reputation had been built gradually, not in a single battle.

But now, with the powerful Mu Yifeng by his side, he had inevitably become a focal point. No matter how much he wished to stay hidden, it was no longer possible.

His decisive action had disrupted the Tianxing Alliance’s plans.

For a brief moment, their battlefield entered an eerie pause.

"Regroup!"

Qin Sang seized the opportunity to coordinate with the other squad leaders, tightening the formation. Then, another round of battle erupted once more.

...

A faint beam of light shone on Qin Sang’s face.

He squinted slightly, suddenly realizing that it wasn’t the glow of an artifact. It was the light of dawn!

Qin Sang turned his head.

In the distant east, where the sky met the water, the horizon was ablaze with crimson light. The morning sun, as though rising from the depths of the lake, peeked shyly through the dawn clouds.

It's daybreak!

The battle began in the dead of night... How many hours have passed?

His mind was still filled with the echoes of battle, leaving him momentarily dazed. Then, a sudden thought jolted him back to awareness. He swiftly looked up.

The Core Formation cultivators were still fighting!

And, astonishingly, that beam of light was still there. freewebnoveℓ.com

The stars had faded, and the moon had vanished.

Yet, under the morning sun, that radiant pillar shone even brighter, drawing awe and curiosity. However, the battlefield had shifted north of the light’s origin, and Qin Sang couldn’t shake an ominous premonition.

In past battles, this would have been the time to sound the retreat.

Fighting from midnight until dawn, neither side had gained a decisive upper hand. The Tianxing Alliance held a slight advantage, but the Small Cold Domain’s formation remained intact. If the battle dragged on, it would likely continue until both sides were utterly exhausted.

After a night of relentless combat, the cultivators on both sides were already physically and mentally drained.

"There should be an order by now, right?"

Qin Sang gazed toward the Core Formation cultivators' battlefield, his mind wandering as he maneuvered the Cold Gold Sword, coordinating with Mu Yifeng.

Unfortunately, he had miscalculated. Even after waiting for some time, the distant sky remained shrouded in rolling black clouds, flashing with lightning and roaring with thunder, showing no sign of ceasing.

Qin Sang felt his heart tighten. Are we truly going to fight to the bitter end here?

His expression shifted slightly as he swept his gaze around the battlefield. Then, suddenly, he sent a voice transmission to Mu Yifeng.

Mu Yifeng was momentarily startled, glancing at Qin Sang with an inquisitive look.

Qin Sang’s expression was solemn as he gave a firm nod. After a brief exchange, Qin Sang ordered Mu Yifeng to withdraw and rest, using the pretense that he had expended too much energy and was physically drained. Other cultivators filled in to cover for him.

The two then took turns rotating in and out of battle, maintaining their formation. To outsiders, their squad appeared weakened and constantly in danger. In reality, everything remained firmly within Qin Sang’s control.

As time dragged on, the battlefield underwent subtle changes. Both sides’ formations seemed to loosen. From a distance, the once-organized battle lines had devolved into scattered, chaotic skirmishes and cultivators fighting individually like an unruly mob, devoid of strategy.

Qin Sang did not dare relax in the slightest. His gaze flickered between the two battlefields, especially the Core Formation cultivators' conflict, but no clear patterns emerged.

The morning sun slowly climbed higher.

Another hour passed.

Many immortal cultivators were already exhausted. The fighting, though still intense, had lost some of its initial ferocity, becoming increasingly deadlocked. Qin Sang exercised even greater caution, as casualties were mounting.

Even though he had been quick to recognize the need to conserve strength, he still felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness. He silently thanked himself for not having used the ebony sword.

Others fared even worse.

Time crawled unbearably slowly, stretching into an endless torment as one hour passed after another, the sun eventually reaching its zenith just past noon.

A sudden change erupted!

From above the Core Formation cultivators' battlefield, a sliver of light descended from the heavens.

At first, it was almost imperceptible. Even with Qin Sang keeping watch, he failed to notice it. Only when the light grew larger and neared the thunderclouds did he realize something was amiss.

Within the glow, a spirit talisman shimmered in silver light.

Qin Sang's heart clenched. His eyes widened as he fixed his gaze on the talisman’s trajectory.

After three years of deadlock, this was the first time such a talisman had appeared. Who had sent it?

Qin Sang wasn’t the only one who noticed. More and more cultivators lifted their heads, eyes locked on the descending talisman.

The talisman streaked downward at an increasing speed, plunging directly into the thunderclouds. Then, it rapidly expanded. When it reached its limit, it shattered silently.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the black clouds dispersed, and the lightning vanished.

The Core Formation cultivators were finally revealed.

They were still engaged in a ferocious battle.

As expected of Core Formation experts, they displayed none of the exhaustion that plagued Qin Sang and the others. Each clash of spells, every impact of their astras, still carried terrifying force.

The appearance of the spirit talisman had taken everyone by surprise, momentarily halting the battle.

Whoosh!

A wind blew through the battlefield, gentle yet carrying a power that even Core Formation cultivators could not resist.

Without exception, everyone was swept apart. The Small Cold Domain forces were pushed northward, while the Tianxing Alliance was sent south. That pillar of light remained perfectly in between them.

All around, cultivators exchanged bewildered glances, instinctively ceasing their attacks.

At the same time, several faint figures emerged in the sky.

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