Star Luo Empire, Imperial City.
The once solemn and majestic palace, a symbol of the empire's iron-blooded glory, had now become a sea of Asura blood. The towering palace walls had collapsed in many places, burning with strange black-purple flames. The once resplendent halls lay in ruins, severed limbs and shattered weapons mixed together, while the stench of blood was nauseatingly thick.
Countless grotesque monsters radiating evil energy and starlight surged like a tide against the palace's final line of defense—the plaza before the Ancestral Temple. The remaining Star Luo Imperial Guards, royal Soul Masters, and experts from the great clans stood with their backs against the Ancestral Temple's ancient stone pillars, forming incomplete battle formations as they fought drenched in blood, refusing to retreat even in death! Everyone was wounded, their eyes filled with despair and resolve. Behind them lay the Dragon Vein Ancestral Land that Star Luo Empire had inherited for ten thousand years—the empire's final foundation and glory!
The battle in the sky was even more brutal. Crown Prince Dai Mubai was covered in blood, his White Tiger true form dim and dull. The Hell White Tiger he had unleashed together with Empress Zhu Zhuqing was also riddled with wounds, tightly entangled by three flying Star Evil Beasts with strength comparable to Super Douluo and two Holy Spirit Cult elders with sinister auras. Danger surrounded them at every turn. The old marshal and the empire's consecrated experts fought separately, but people were constantly being slain by powerful Evil Spirit Masters or Star Evil Beasts, falling from the sky.
Yet the most despairing sight was the figure floating directly above the Ancestral Temple.
He was an old man in a dark-purple robe, his gaunt face resembling a skeleton. In his hand was a strange staff made from an