World-Ending Punch

"Wait!"

Qin Jun raised a hand, signaling Hou Yi to stay calm.

He said this because Ji Yongsheng had warned him that something powerful lurked within King You City and that they needed to be cautious.

In the present world, it would be difficult to find a second person whose experiences and knowledge stretched further back than Ji Yongsheng's.

So he wanted to wait until that thing emerged.

Although Hou Yi was puzzled, he did not object. The group stopped in midair and quietly watched the scene ahead.

More and more cultivators joined the battle, frantically flying toward King You City. Including Netherworld Hall's forces, the human cultivators participating had already exceeded ten million. Countless corpses fell continuously from the sky, blood staining the earth.

Even the sky had been dyed red with blood.

Even Qin Jun could not help being moved. This was the first time he had witnessed a battle on such a massive scale. In past wars, he had mostly waited quietly for the outcome and had not gone to the front lines in a long time.

The average combat strength of Central Wasteland cultivators was not the least bit inferior to the Demon Ruins' demon soldiers, but their top-tier strength was lacking. Six-Eared Macaque and the other three Demon Kings rampaged without restraint, while the Demon Ancestor overlooked everything. Though he had not acted, he already placed endless pressure upon the human cultivators.

With enough people, there was always a chance to fish in troubled waters!

Most cultivators fought with this very thought in mind. After all, the road of cultivation was incomparably arduous. Not everyone possessed a system and the Extreme Flame Demon God Bloodline like Qin Jun. Breaking through one's realm was not something diligence alone could accomplish.

Other than geniuses, most ordinary people