One Battle, Three Kings Slain

As the Poison Nether Demon King withdrew from the battlefield, the Demon Race's situation grew ever more precarious. More than a dozen fourth-rank powerhouses fought until heaven and earth darkened over the Canglan River, the battle line stretching for tens of thousands of miles.

An endless stream of divine abilities and spells painted the dim sky in dazzling colors, frightening the humans and demons on both banks of the Canglan River until they trembled.

Yet at the same time, some bold cultivators attempted to seek fortuitous encounters amid this great battle.

Under the siege of the two races' powerhouses, after several hours of bitter fierce battle, every remaining Demon King was covered in wounds. They could only struggle to hold on beneath the savage offensive, unable to break free.

The Golden-winged Great Peng was even more on the verge of tears. Of all people, he had encountered an opponent like Song Changsheng. The Suanni Dharma Manifestation in Song Changsheng's hand had beaten him into unspeakable misery; for the first time, he smelled death on a Human Cultivator.

"Buzz."

A golden feather fell from his body. With a flash of golden light, his speed immediately multiplied severalfold. This, too, was a true feather left behind by his ancestors, containing a trace of Law Dao Rhyme and incomparably precious.

It had originally been a trump card he had saved for breaking through to fourth-rank Great Perfection. Using it here was truly somewhat wasteful.

But now, he wanted only to flee and could no longer concern himself with such things. He knew that the Blazing Flame Demon King could not hold out for long under the joint assault of two opponents at the same level.

If he did not seize this chance to escape, then once the Blazing Flame Demon King also left