"I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!" Wenren Qian said.
"Where does your confidence come from? Li Tianming, that yellow-mouthed brat? The Ghost Sect told me to seize cities and conquer territory. As long as no new order arrives, I'll keep taking your lands. If they want to fight over Taiji Peak Lake, that's their business. I only want more territory. These lands belonged to our Liangyi Divine Realm in the first place, including this Fuling Divine City!" Qin Fengyang said.
"Does the Yin-Yang Demon Sect answer to you? Why are you so fired up?" Wenren Qian sneered.
That struck Qin Fengyang right where it hurt.
Li Caiwei had long wanted to pull back, but Qin Fengyang believed that after the Nine Palaces Divine Realm's crushing defeat, they would surely stake everything on attacking Taiji Peak Lake.
At a time like this, every additional divine city the Yin-Yang Demon Sect occupied meant more initiative. When it came time to divide the territory, surely they could not be expected to spit out the lands they had already taken?
"Die!"
He pressed forward, slashing his saber at Wenren Qian.
"Divine Marshal!"
Wenren Qian was the beautiful grand marshal among the nine Divine Marshals, surrounded by countless subordinates. At this moment, everyone was tense.
Just then—
A white-haired figure in black robes descended from the sky!
"The Imperial Son!!"
"He's finally here! We've won!!"
Surging cries erupted throughout Fuling Divine City.
The dawn of hope crashed through the entire divine city like ocean waves.
For a moment, even the light of the Triple Truefire Barrier shone much brighter.
The sight left Qin Fengyang somewhat stunned.
Li Tianming's treatment now was like that of a god of the Primordial Divine Realm!
He had only just arrived, and the other side