Chapter 453: Noon

The chaotic battle raged fiercely.

Qin Sang had lost count of how many opponents he had faced. All he could do was not be carried away by the battle, maintaining calm and caution, accurately judging the situation, and absolutely never straying too far from his allies.

Bang!Crack!

A crisp cracking sound drew Qin Sang's gaze back.

He saw that a corner of his opponent's golden shield had been shattered by Mu Yifeng's Nine-Flame Divine Edge, and several other magical artifacts continuously struck the shield. A shocking crack now ran through the entire golden shield, threatening to destroy it completely at any moment.

The opponent was terrified, let out a startled cry, and retreated in a panic.

The Nine-Flame Divine Edge glowed intensely red. Mu Yifeng was about to lead the pursuit when Qin Sang's expression suddenly changed slightly. He loudly stopped him, shouting, "Don't pursue! Come back!"

The opponents appeared panicked, but in reality, their formation was not scattered.

More importantly, Qin Sang keenly noticed that some enemies nearby seemed to be subtly paying attention to this area, and their positioning was very strategic.

Silently, a subtle opening was left ahead.

He didn't know when the opponents had set it up, but the trap had quietly formed, just waiting for him to fall into it.

Qin Sang couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

These people were bait!

If he had been greedy for achievement, lost his head in the killing, and chased them, it would have been no different from falling into a trap. This was how Teng Zhaogang had fallen back then, and Qin Sang, who had been right beside him, remembered it clearly.

"Let's retreat!"

Qin Sang sent a voice transmission to Mu Yifeng, orchestrating an orderly retreat.

As expected, seeing their actions, many cultivators from the Heavenly Alliance showed disappointed expressions, while the opponents who had been fleeing in panic stopped, clearly wanting to continue luring them.

Fortunately, Mu Yifeng and the others obeyed him implicitly; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

A thought flashed through Qin Sang's mind, and he instantly understood the reason: his small team had become too conspicuous.

Previously, his top priority was always self-preservation. After falling into a chaotic battle, once no one was paying attention to him, he would order his teammates to act discreetly, as everyone was busy with their own fights.

When using the Ebony Sword, he only targeted the main culprits, immediately moving to another location and never allowing himself to become a focal point of attack.

His reputation had been accumulated little by little, not built in a single battle.

Now that he had the powerful Mu Yifeng by his side, he had indeed attracted attention. He couldn't hide even if he wanted to.

Qin Sang's actions shattered the Heavenly Alliance's intentions.

At that moment, their part of the battlefield experienced an eerie pause.

"Consolidate the formation!"

Qin Sang seized the opportunity to contact other captains to close ranks, tightening the scattered formation, and then another round of chaotic fighting began.

A ray of light shone on his face.

Qin Sang squinted slightly, suddenly realizing that this wasn't light from a magical artifact, but the morning sun!

Qin Sang turned his head to look.

In the distant east, where the water met the sky, it was fiery red. The morning sun seemed to have just risen from the depths of the water, and veiled by the morning glow, it still appeared shy and hesitant.

Only then did Qin Sang realize that dawn had broken!

The battle had begun in the dead of night. How many hours had it been?

Qin Sang's mind was still filled with the intense fighting, and he was still a bit dazed. Then he suddenly realized something and hurriedly looked up at the sky.

The Golden Core cultivators' battle hadn't stopped yet!

Moreover, that beam of light was still there.

The stars had vanished, and the moon was hidden.

Under the morning sun, it appeared even brighter, which was astonishing. However, the battlefield had moved north of the beam, and Qin Sang had an ominous premonition.

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

From deep night until dawn, neither side had gained a significant advantage. The Heavenly Alliance had a slight upper hand, but the Minor Cold Domain's formation was still intact. If the fight continued, it would likely only end when both sides were completely exhausted.

After a night of intense battle, cultivators from both sides were physically and mentally exhausted.

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

Qin Sang gazed at the Golden Core cultivators' battlefield, absentmindedly wielding his Cold Gold Sword to coordinate with Mu Yifeng.

Unfortunately, he was mistaken. After waiting for a while longer, the distant sky was still covered in rolling black clouds, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling, showing no signs of stopping.

This made Qin Sang's heart clench. He thought anxiously, "Do they really have to decide the victor here?"

Thinking of this, Qin Sang's expression changed slightly. After looking around, he suddenly sent a voice transmission to Mu Yifeng.

Mu Yifeng was startled and looked at Qin Sang with an inquiring gaze.

Qin Sang's expression was solemn. He nodded at Mu Yifeng, and after a brief exchange, he used the excuse that Mu Yifeng was too exhausted and lacked physical strength to have him retreat for rest, while others took his place.

Then Qin Sang and Mu Yifeng took turns resting, maintaining the situation. Although it appeared their small team's strength was greatly reduced and they were in constant peril, in reality, everything was under Qin Sang's control.

As time dragged on, the battlefield changed. The battle formations of both sides seemed to fall into disarray. From a distance, the cultivators fought independently, like a disorganized mob in a brawl, completely lacking any order.

Qin Sang dared not relax in the slightest. His gaze moved back and forth between the two battlefields, especially the Golden Core cultivators' battlefield. Unfortunately, he couldn't discern anything significant.

The morning sun slowly ascended.

Another hour passed.

Many cultivators were already extremely exhausted. The fighting was not as intense as it had been at the beginning, but it became increasingly tenacious. Qin Sang became even more careful, as casualties grew.

Despite his quick thinking and early realization to preserve strength, he still felt a sense of being overwhelmed. He couldn't help but feel fortunate that he hadn't used the Ebony Sword.

Others were in an even worse state.

Time passed too slowly, as if stretched infinitely. Every moment was agonizing.

Hour after hour.

When the scorching sun was directly overhead.

It was precisely midday.

Finally, an anomaly appeared!

Above the Golden Core cultivators' battlefield, a speck of light descended from the sky.

At first, it was very inconspicuous. Even Qin Sang, who had been constantly watching that area, didn't notice it. It was only when the speck of light grew larger and had already descended above the black clouds that he noticed its presence.

Within the light was a shimmering silver talisman.

Qin Sang's heart tightened. He widened his eyes, staring intently at the talisman's movement.

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

It wasn't just Qin Sang who noticed the talisman. More and more people noticed its presence and looked up to observe.

They saw that the talisman's speed increased rapidly, falling directly into the black clouds and expanding quickly. When it reached its maximum expansion, it shattered silently.

Whoosh!

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

The figures of the Golden Core cultivators from both sides finally became visible.

They were still engaged in fierce battle.

As expected of Golden Core experts, they showed no signs of the fatigue that Qin Sang and his group felt. Every spell confrontation, every clash of magical treasures, still possessed terrifying power.

The talisman's appearance took everyone by surprise, and the fierce battle abruptly paused.

Whoosh, whoosh...

A gentle wind blew, unexpectedly carrying a force that even Golden Core cultivators couldn't resist.

Everyone was involuntarily separated from their opponents. The Minor Cold Domain cultivators were blown to the north, while the Heavenly Alliance was blown to the south. The beam of light was precisely between the two sides.

Everyone looked at each other and ceased fighting.

At the same time, several blurry figures appeared in the air.