The bold, rugged voice shook the vast battlefield, spreading throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
"This is..."
On the battlefield, Shi Hao's expression shifted as he looked up.
Above the boundless starry sky, Xue Yueqing and He Wushuang battled high in the heavens. Every movement shattered starfields and broke apart space and time.
Yet from beginning to end, Xue Yueqing merely sat atop the Dragon Horse, seemingly comprehending something, or perhaps waiting for something.
The one fighting He Wushuang was mostly the Dragon Horse transformed from a true dragon. Xue Yueqing himself only swung the Demon Emperor Ruler whenever the Dragon Horse was overwhelmed, leaving He Wushuang looking utterly bedraggled.
Even the Immortal King treasure, the Immortal Refining Pot, could not suppress the Demon Emperor Ruler. Their powers were clearly not far apart, yet He Wushuang was at an absolute disadvantage!
A million miles away, An Lan held up the heavens with one hand, having just lifted the Primordial Imperial City beneath the Sky Abyss. His divine might shook ancient and modern times.
Boom!
Boom!
Fortune rolled and surged, space and time split apart, and a towering, burly man strode forth with an enormous banner on his shoulder, a banner that seemed capable of piercing heaven and earth. Every step he took made mountains and rivers resonate and tremble.
His aura was incomparably fierce and heroic, his blood energy as vigorous as countless true dragons stacked together!
The banner was pitch-black, covered in mottled traces of time and faded bloodstains. It carried a desolate, vast intent. As the man bore it forward, the tragic, murderous aura that rushed toward them shook countless hearts.
"Nine Li..."
As the great banner unfurled, it seemed as though billions of gods and demons were roaring, "Nine Li!"
A desolate and tyrannical aura pressed