A Man Like None Other Chapter 6436 Admiration Appears
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- A valley lies in ruins after a devastating battle.
- Triumphant forces march towards a central alliance hall.
- Significant captives are being secured by the victors.
A valley lies in ruins after a devastating battle. The triumphant forces march towards a central alliance hall. Significant captives are being secured by the victors.
The setting sun, like blood, dyed the vast and desolate wilderness of the Sixteen Heavens red.
The outline of Freedom Valley slowly crumbled and faded at the edge of sight, with smoke and the smell of gunpowder still lingering among the destroyed walls and ruins.
The collapsed main peak was filled with rubble. The once formidable anti-god fortress, where cultivators gathered and the walls were solidly fortified, was now just a desolate ruin, with mutilated corpses strewn about and the weapons of the resistance cultivators shattered.
The wind whipped through the tattered armor and rags, stirring up blood and dust. The valley that once resounded with martial clatters and battle cries, was now filled only with the wails of the dead, and destruction reigned all around.
A mighty army of gods, clad in gleaming armor and emitting a terrifying aura, steadily marched across the barren plains outside the valley, toward the main hall of the Gods Alliance.
Their rows stood orderly and solemnly. Their golden armor, bathed in the evening light of the setting sun, radiated a cold holy light. Every cultivator was surrounded by pure and dominating divine spiritual power. Their eyes were haughty, their steps steady, and they displayed extraordinary conquering power.
Wei Pengkun, wearing a purple-gold robe trimmed with gold and a jade sash with a dragon coiled around his waist, exuded a majestic and imposing aura as he walked steadily at the front of the entire procession.
He stood tall and proud, exuding a powerful aura. His brow was furrowed with undisguised complacency, and a calculating, sardonic smile was always crooked on his lips.
With the end of this battle, the overall situation had stabilized, and all major threats had been eliminated.
Among his personal guards, two very important “spoils of war” were strictly guarded and escorted throughout the entire process, with no room for error.
First, there was Jiang Xuelan, who was on the verge of death.
A specially forged sealed cage made of space cold iron floated in the center of the formation, with three layers of god-locking runes engraved on its four corners. The runes shimmered with golden light, tightly sealing the flow of spiritual energy in the surrounding area.
Inside the cage, Jiang Xuelan’s limbs were pierced by the God Locking Chains, which were forged from thousand-year-old black iron. The cold iron chains were deeply embedded in his skin and flesh, sealing off all the meridians and acupuncture points in his body.
His upper-level ice-type spiritual power was completely sealed, and he couldn’t activate it at all.
Her pure, elegant, and untouched white silk dress had long been destroyed by the sacred flames of the final battle at Freedom Valley.
The skirt was scorched and warped, much of the fabric melted and torn, revealing areas of red, swollen, ulcerated, and charred skin beneath.
The Ice God Armor, which was protecting him tightly, shattered bit by bit, with sharp shards of armor embedded deeply in his flesh.