Almost everyone was focused on the fierce battle raging in midair. Practically no one was paying attention to what was happening down here.

Meanwhile, Nyx had already engaged Waylon in combat. The latter was extremely cunning. As an assassin, Nyx's strengths were in her speed and devastating killing power. Yet, Waylon had deeply mastered the essence of Sorya's martial arts, and his The Dragon's Cyclone technique was exceptionally refined, making his defense absolutely impenetrable.

Suppressing the nearly boiling killing intent in his chest, Andrew tightened his grip on Godslayer and quietly moved toward the entrance of the sacred realm.

The entrance to the sacred realm was embedded directly into the cliff face. No one would have imagined that the passage to the Veiled Paradise, sought desperately by the world's strongest, would be hidden in such a place.

Reginald's hand flashed, and a massive golden palm-strike blasted out, catching Mendyl head-on.

The impact sent Mendyl reeling,