The victory was already decided.
The celestial army's immortal generals formed a battle formation, its killing array boosting their combat strength and forcing the evil fiends back.
The chance had been lost. Forget slaughtering a dragon—escaping without being slaughtered by one was already fortunate. They had even lost two evil fiends. Seeing this, the evil god could only call for a retreat and avoid the sharp edge.
When two sides faced off, once the will to fight was lost, defeat came crashing down like a mountain.
The tall, skinny one was unlucky enough to get entangled...
He could have escaped, but the bloodshot-eyed White Dragon Girl swung her heavy saber and charged fiercely into the crowd.
He could only blame himself for shouting earlier that he would use dragon blood to temper his body, gaining surging vitality to recast his flesh. The dragon-shaped phantom above a certain someone's head fixed its gaze on him and interfered with his Fate Line. After a series of coincidences, he successfully sacrificed himself for others and stayed behind to cover the retreat. The evil gods were slightly moved for a moment, then promptly forgot all about it.
Bai Yujun descended from the sky with one foot planted on the tall, skinny evil cultivator!
Boom!
Ice shards flew everywhere as the ground collapsed.
The evil cultivator's body bent backward at a bizarre angle. Gods and devils felt pain too. Having bones tempered for a thousand years forcibly snapped was truly, truly painful.
"Ah... Spare me... I'll tell you everything..."
With a swish, filthy blood splattered across the snow and ice, staining them red. The straight saber pierced through his body and nailed him to the ground.
More than a thousand years of cultivation meant he would not die from this, though pain was unavoidable.
Dawn