In the dark-red void, the Cangming Creation Tree was still constantly spreading, its height impossible to measure with the eye.
On those enormous branches, figure after figure was advancing quickly. Their forms varied, the difference in size between them exceeding ten thousandfold. They passed through one cosmic vortex after another, all heading in the same direction.
Emperor Jiming Cang walked at the very front. He stared straight ahead, Gu An's figure reflected in his eyes.
The dark-red Magic Beast on his shoulder fixed its gaze on Gu An, every hair on its body floating up as if it faced a mortal enemy.
Faced with Emperor Jiming Cang's question, Gu An did not answer. That was enough to prove his attitude.
A great battle was already unavoidable!
Although Gu An's annihilation of the Giant Corpse had startled Emperor Jiming Cang, it did not make him think of retreat. The main reason was that he had nowhere to retreat to. He could sense that the other side had already locked onto the Cangming Creation Tree, and that was indeed the case.
He could flee, but his orthodoxy could not.
Before abandoning his orthodoxy, he had to fight with all he had.
Besides, it was not as if he had no chance of victory.
One figure after another dropped from the branches above, landing behind Emperor Jiming Cang and advancing together with him.
At the end of the void, more than ten thousand Immortal Gods were drawing near. As they advanced, they moved out of formation, and the Heavenly Dao light on their bodies intensified.
Unfortunately, even so, the First Demon-Sweeping Army of the Heavenly River was like the glow of grains of rice approaching Mount Tai in the night. The two sides were vastly unequal in every respect, as though the outcome