As the fight raged on so did the casualties, countless disciples fell by the dozens. The smaller sects that were situated outside of the mountain dared not to make a move as they continued watching the battlefield. It was unclear who held the advantage as both sides seemed to have suffered immensely yet the most important factor was the absence of the Immortal mentor.

With him still not here, no one from the smaller sects dared make any rash decisions. Most came here in to watch the fight unfold between the holy lands, others came to confirm the news of the Immortal mentor and some came in hopes of reaping rewards from the losing party.

Back on top of the Bai clan's mountain, the fight between the heads of the holy lands continued. Daoist Bai seemed to be in a bad shape as his robes laid in tatters a small sword wound rendered his left hand useless yet his eyes still shone brightly in defiance.

"Just give Daoist Bai, you certainly are stronger then both of us unfortunately you have yet to stabilize your cultivation base." Spoke the Old monster.

"Haha! Who would have thought this day would come!" Heartily laughed the Sword Devil.

Glaring at his attackers Daoist Bai's brain spun continually as he started thinking 'Where are the fourth and fifth elder?! Damn it could they have failed? No that's not possible, but then what? What exactly happened?!'

Not giving him any time to rest the duo resumed their attacks, with the sword devil directly confronting the Bai clan's patriarch with the support from the spells of the old monster. The sounds and shockwaves of their fight carried throughout the entire battlefield sky, yet one place however remained untouched by this and that was the small little wooden cabin at the top of the mountain.

It seemed as if the trio deliberately avoided moving their fight to that particular place, there were no aura fluctuations nor were there any indications of that small cabin being occupied, yet the sword devil and old monster clearly felt it, their subconscious screamed danger every time they looked at that place.

None of them was a stupid person, so they had clearly guessed that tat must be the resting place of the esteemed Immortal mentor which made avoid it like plague, yet for the Bai clan's patriarch, this was an advantage as he stayed relatively close to the cabin's perimeter effectively using the pressure against his attackers who were unable to fight full strength in fear of offending the Mentor.

Down below, closer to the ground was the elder's battlefield, for the Bai clan this was their worst frontier, they were missing the twin elders who were also considered the strongest among the clan's elders. This forced the Bai clan into a bad situation, where they had already lost one elder with another seriously injured, the rest all had signs of exhaustion on their faces.

With the absence of the fourth and fifth elders, most of the burdens fell on Bai Yu's shoulders, as the one to bring the Immortal mentor to them the other elders all looked at him with a gaze filled with hope, looking at them and their attackers Bai Yu sighed.

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Strangely a few seconds of quiet suddenly descended upon the battlefield, all sides broke from their fights as if they had previously agreed to. With both sides looking at each other, no matter were they simple disciples or elders all the fights came to a united pause.

No one knew why or how such strange silence came to be yet most cultivators did not care for it gave all of them a few moments to catch their breaths. As the silence prevailed the disciples let their gazes wander across the battlefield, there on the ground laid countless of their brothers and sisters, some dead by stab wounds others decapitated some corpses intact others unrecognizable.

As the silence continued, countless thoughts came flooding through their minds. None of the disciples present had ever participated in a war an actual war, the current state of the earthly realm was a relatively peaceful one sure there were the occasional subjugation missions, yet this? No, this was a nightmare.

With a thick smell of blood in the air, a red mist seemed to hover above the ground giving the scene an even gloomier mood. Looking at such a battlefield made a few disciples unconsciously lower their weapons...

SHEEEEEEE

A sharp sound of something cutting through the air broke the silence as countless eyes fell on the culprits, there in the air two shadows seemingly emerging out of thin air materialized in front of a Void sect elder followed by a quick flash of light before the two shadowy figures retreated behind Bai Yu. Surprisingly these two were the twin elders!

As the shocked spectators watched, the Void sect elder's arms slowly fell from his body to the ground! The elder himself was in shock as he raised his head to look at his armless hands.

"I..." Yet before he could say anything a thin red line opened from his neck, as his head soon followed his arms to the ground below.

The silence once again resumed this time, yet for different reasons before the roaring and fighting resumed. With that as a cue, the two sides once again clashed with each other as limbs and body parts flew in the air the red mist surrounding the battlefield turning thicker.

that his two elders have returned brought a smirk on Daoist Bai's face as he laughed heartily before throwing himself towards his opponents who had a grim expression on theirs. With the fourth and fifth elders back the tides of the battle once again seemed to change as it grew harder to guess who would emerge victoriously.

It was at this moment however that something finally happened, the small wooden cabin that stood in the center of the battlefield seemingly unconcerned by it suddenly exploded as an aura so heavy followed forcing all fights to a halt. The pressure the aura contained forced all three patriarchs and all elders to the grown with their heads lowered.

None was able to see the person who walked out of the ruined cabin, yet all could clearly feel him. The aura he carried was so vast and boundless that it left everyone huffing for breath. No one was able to raise their heads.

The three patriarchs in particular were sweating bullets as their minds went overdrive.

'Is the Immortal mentor angry?'

'Wasn't it said that the mentor did not concern himself with mortal affairs?'

'How did we disrespect him?'

"AHAHAHA, IT'S YOU! YOU SURVIVED AS WELL!" A loud voice boomed in the ears of everyone present, as a second aura similar in intensity to that of the Immortal mentor arrived.

'A second celestial?!'

'What is happening??'

'Why is there another Immortal?!'

Looking at the figure hovering above the mountain, Omis's eyes narrowed into slits as he spoke to the old white-bearded old man.

"So it's you.." How could Omis ever forget those hollow white eyes that stared back at him?