The wind howled.
The lingering aura of destruction in the void scattered on the wind.
Everyone watched the two figures confronting each other beneath the heavens, their faces filled with shock and bewilderment.
In this clash that could be called world-shaking, who had won?
"The talents of you Innate Godfiends truly make one envious."
Su Yi sighed. His fingertips brushed the Foot Sword, and its violently humming blade immediately quieted.
He had thought this strike would be enough to kill Xuan A Demon Lord.
Yet in the end, his wish had not been fulfilled. The other party had blocked it with a forbidden divine ability.
Across from him, Xuan A Demon Lord said hoarsely, "Quick, invite those God Kings. You... are no match for him!"
As he spoke, he coughed violently. A crack silently opened between his brows, golden divine blood flowing out in a horrifying sight.
To everyone's shock, Xuan A Demon Lord's life force was rapidly draining away!
Had Xuan A Demon Lord lost in that blow?
The Gods and Devils experts present were all struck as if by lightning, unable to accept this reality.
At the same time, Bai Ye, Chang Liu, Lun Shan, and Qiu Tu—the four Demon Lords—shifted through space and arrived at Xuan A Demon Lord's side, looking at him with concern.
"Whether you call for help no longer matters. I was bound to pay a visit to the Treading Heaven God Palace eventually."
As Su Yi spoke, he flicked the blade in his hand with a finger, sprang forward, and attacked once more.
His Daoist robe was stained with blood.
But it was his enemies' blood!
During the fierce battle earlier, he had indeed been shaken back many times, forced to retreat, and suffered injuries.
Yet none of them were serious, nor did