In the end, the Heavenly Race's Emperor Lord made his move. Unwilling to wait any longer, he struck before the army had fully conquered the Divine Court. His spear was like a dragon, piercing the starry sky itself. Even the layers upon layers of spatial barriers and formations laid within the depths of the Divine Court could not stop that thrust.
It lunged straight at a figure within Martial Emperor Heaven, at the heart of the Divine Court.
That figure sat cross-legged within Martial Emperor Heaven, yet seemed to be separated by countless worlds, layer upon layer, making it impossible to locate him.
"Emperor Mo! It's the Emperor Mo!"
Many people saw this and could not help crying out. It was precisely the Emperor Mo who guarded the Divine Court.
Just as that spear was about to strike the Emperor Mo, waves of blood-red light surged from his body, transforming directly into a rain of blood that spread across the heavens. Immediately afterward, an ancient mirror flew up to meet the spear.
Clang!
With an earth-shaking boom, the two Dao artifacts collided in midair. The Dao ripples that burst forth made the entire universe tremble violently, sweeping out and directly obliterating countless Divine Court soldiers and Heavenly Race troops alike.
This was why the Heavenly Race's Emperor Lord had not acted directly before. If he were to strike without restraint upon this battlefield, it would not only devastate the enemy—even his own side would suffer grievous losses.
Existences at the Emperor Lord level were practically deterrents like nuclear weapons. One careless move could wound others and oneself alike.
"Emperor Mo, I let you escape last time. Do you dare fight me this time?" the Emperor Lord asked, his brows faintly furrowed.
He had clearly sensed that when his spear pierced