Jun Changxiao being trapped did not mean the Wangu Realm was at the mercy of others. There were still powerful Sword Cultivators like Jian Guixu.
Boom!
Yet the moment he appeared and finished speaking, Scorching Flames came hurtling over at incredible speed and blasted him straight back.
The Red-haired Man casually withdrew his right hand, blew a lock of red hair from his forehead, and said disdainfully, "At your age, stop being so noisy."
If Jun Changxiao, trapped within Sacred Fire Judgment, saw this, he would surely roar, "Senior Sword Saint, how could you not even withstand one move?!"
There was no helping it.
The Red-haired Man was simply too strong.
"Freedom."
The Red-haired Man closed his eyes and said, "It is finally coming."
Just as he sank into self-intoxication, the warships locking onto the Wangu Realm opened fire. Dense shells surged forward with overwhelming force!
There were too many ships.
And too many shells.
The scene was utterly spectacular!
If there had been spectators present at this moment, their scalps would have gone numb with terror.
To eliminate the hidden danger that was Jun Changxiao, the Demon Emperor had deployed every last bit of his strength.
It was no exaggeration to say that, aside from his true self not joining the battle, this was practically a decisive war. It might even alter history, for once either side lost, it would inevitably suffer grievous losses.
Especially the Wangu Realm.
If it lost, it would be utterly destroyed.
The crisis of annihilating the realm and exterminating its people hung over every living being in the plane, and death-defying resolve appeared in all their eyes.
"Hold the line!"
Old Man Taixuan roared.
Within every city and every branch formation, Formation Hall members stood resolutely at their posts. They pressed both hands against