Desolate Fire Sword Son and Flame Soul Divine Son fought fiercely.
Like a streak of flowing fire, Desolate Fire Sword Son charged left and right through the boundless divine army, cutting apart wave after wave of the Divine Path Army as he surged violently toward Flame Soul Divine Son at the very center. Yet at every crucial moment, his position was forcibly shifted. He seemed to have slaughtered his way across millions of miles, but in truth, he was merely circling in place.
He alone battled tens of billions of Divine Path soldiers!
Under such a siege, Desolate Fire Sword Son's magical power, divine sense, and sword intent were slowly being drained away.
This was the classic method of battle used by Divine Path Divine Sons. Wherever they went, they carried an enormous divine army with them, formed from countless devout Believers and the Power of Incense. Such armies usually possessed a degree of immortality as well, boasting that the divine court would not fall and the Believers would not die. They were exceptionally troublesome.
This Soul Flame Divine Son was like an Invincible Commander. He completely ignored the other Sword Sons and sent no troops to defend against them, calmly and precisely manipulating the military formations to encircle and kill Desolate Fire Sword Son. Like a hunter casting a net, he slowly wore down and bound the fierce beast that had fallen into the trap.
Desolate Fire Sword Son had fallen into danger and was beginning to struggle to cope.
"Ha ha!"
The surrounding Human Sword Sons had no intention of rescuing him. They laughed mockingly. "Won't that bastard Desolate Fire Sword Son die here?"
"Sword Sons are famed for their skill with military formations and breaking formations."
"If that bastard dies inside someone else's formation array, he'll truly