Yun Lintian met that horrific gaze without flinching. "I've come for your authority."
A beat of silence.
Then Zhan Tian laughed—a sound like avalanches burying armies. "Good! No pretenses." He stood, his greatsword seeming to drag the very light toward it. "The terms are simple: survive."
Linlin bristled. "That's it?"
The War God's grin showed too many teeth. "Oh little one, you misunderstand." He raised his sword. "I didn't mean survive me."
The greatsword came down—
—and the entire Eternal Battlefield shifted.
Suddenly, Yun Lintian stood alone on an endless plain, surrounded by the greatest warriors from every timeline.
Zhan Tian's voice boomed from everywhere at once:
"Survive them all."
The moment Zhan Tian's greatsword fell, the battlefield erupted into chaos.
And then the armies charged.
