Emperor Jiming Cang's words made the fox-like Magic Beast on his shoulder fall silent. They stood at the peak of Cangming, able to see far more than others. Ever since Cangming had declared war on Chaos, too many powers and forces that astonished them had appeared.
If those existences had not likewise been targeting the Heavenly Court, they would have stopped long ago.
The tree branch beneath their feet was still stretching forward without end, and one universe and galaxy after another emerged with it, as if the branch were flowering and bearing fruit.
Behind them, figures stood one after another on the crisscrossing branches, all of them cultivators of Cangming. Wisps of flame-like aura surged around them, making them seem extraordinary, mysterious, and powerful.
"It seems this great war will end very soon. The First Demon-Sweeping Army of the Heavenly River may be formidable, but before the power of the strongest realm, it is insignificant."
Emperor Jiming Cang spoke, his tone still indifferent.
The dark-red Magic Beast was just about to speak when its eyes suddenly narrowed. "No. This Heavenly Army should not have lived this long."
Emperor Jiming Cang's brows furrowed as well, and his gaze turned sharp.
Within the shattered void, tens of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals were still besieging the Giant Corpse. The universe was filled with green flames, and they seemed to be standing in purgatory. The remaining Immortals and Gods no longer shone with divine radiance as they had before the battle began; the Heavenly Dao divine light on their bodies had all grown faint.
Lu Lingjun and the White Spirit Demon Emperor also felt deeply exhausted. Clearly the battle had not lasted long, yet it felt as if they had fought bitterly for several thousand years.
She could not help