It sounded like a long story, but victory had been decided in merely a few moves. That Gold Titan had already stepped one foot into the combat power of the Ten Kings, but one foot was still one foot—it had not truly crossed that threshold.
Even if it had crossed over, it might not have been Ye Xiwen's match, much less when it had not. Within moments, Ye Xiwen had defeated it.
Seeing even the Gold Titan suffer a crushing defeat at Ye Xiwen's hands, the others were even less capable of stopping him.
Deep among the distant stars, the peak confrontation between two supreme beings stretched across hundreds of thousands of miles. Sword Qi pressed down upon the ages; throughout ancient and modern times, battles like this had always been rare.
Within the battlefield, the Eighth Army's experts charged forward on horseback, following Ye Xiwen into the Heavenly Race Base. With Ye Xiwen leading the way, they were simply unstoppable in attack and invincible in battle. Ye Xiwen would shatter the defensive lines first, and all they needed to do afterward was sweep through the rest.
The deeper they pushed into the Heavenly Race Base, the fiercer the resistance they encountered. Vast numbers of enemies had fought themselves into madness. God Kings appeared one after another—not only Heavenly Race experts, but also masters from their various allied vassal races and troops gathered from the battlefield.
This was a slaughter amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Experts who normally commanded the winds and clouds and dominated entire regions could now only fall as corpses, adding even more crimson to this already terrifying battlefield.
No one had time to concern themselves with the clash of Supreme Dao Artifacts above the stars. Their eyes had already turned red with killing,