Black Pot!

After the Turtle-Snake Two Generals withdrew beyond the hall, the heavy palace gate slowly swung shut.

True Martial Emperor stood alone atop the vermilion steps. Only after a long while did he silently let out a breath, so soft it was nearly inaudible.

"This game of chess across the Three Realms is growing more tangled by the move... Who knows when the clouds will part and the sun finally shine through."

His words drifted into the vast, empty hall, their lingering echoes circling for a long time before fading.

At that very moment, winds and clouds abruptly churned in the direction of Shouyang Mountain!

"You little brats of the Heavenly Court! Unable to beat our Human Race lads, you actually brought out this so-called 'Heavenly Net and Earthly Net' to trap people? What a joke!"

At the foot of Shouyang Mountain, the battle formation of the Human Race tribe had already formed an iron wall and bronze rampart.

At the front stood a burly man with bristles like halberds and arms of iron, gripping a Mountain-Slaying Saber that gleamed with icy light.

He raised his head and stared at the Heavenly Vault—there, more than a dozen enormous golden nets, dazzling enough to stab the eyes, overlapped layer upon layer like spiderwebs hanging in the sky.

Rage rushed straight to his head, and he wished he could cleave apart the golden radiance filling the heavens with a single stroke!

"Brothers, hold your ground! Let me chop these eyesores of broken nets to pieces, inch by inch!"

Before his words had faded, he slammed his right foot into the earth. Stones exploded outward as his body shot skyward like an arrow loosed from its bow!

His ascent was as graceful as a crane's flight; even as he flipped through the air, there