The Man’s Decree – Chapter 6437

High above the sky, two figures hovered in the air. Their sleeves shifted faintly in the wind as they followed the army at an unhurried pace, looking down the whole time on the countless forms of life below."

Venerable Emberlain wore red robes like fire. Around him, gold-red saintfire flowed in faint currents, and waves of searing pressure spread outward.

Venerable Frostgrave wore silver robes like frost. His gaze was cold and indifferent. Frost energy spread around him, freezing the surrounding void.

The two Golden Immortals carried a steady, boundless aura. The pressure of their cultivation level swept in every direction, and with every lift of a hand or shift of a foot, the momentum of the world seemed to move with them.

In their eyes, the slaughter and struggles of the Sixteenth Firmament and the desperate resistance of True Immortal cultivators, were nothing more than ants tearing at ants, dust rising and falling. None of it was worth mentioning.