The Order Demon Emperor's face was pale as paper, his gray-white pupils filled with disbelief.
He had lost.
Lost to a human cultivator of the new generation.
Inside the Hall of Eternity, the God Emperor dropped back onto his Stone Chair, gasping for breath.
Even his voice trembled. "One sword strike—one sword strike shattered a Ninth-Turn Dharma Form? That was the Dharma Form of an Early Ninth-Revolution Immortal Emperor! A Dharma Form condensed by thirty Seventh-Turn True Devil Emperors and one Eighth Turn True Devil Emperor, and he cut it down with a single strike?"
The Heavenly Human Emperor slowly sat back in his Stone Chair. His golden Sacred Robe no longer whipped in the wind, and his Holy Light no longer surged wildly.
He remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, his voice carrying a gravity none had ever heard from him before.
"That young man has the makings of greatness!"
Kong Xian nodded, a trace of relief flashing through his gray eyes.
A faint smile curved the Human Emperor's lips, his clouded old eyes full of admiration.
"Let's go!"
He rose and stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing the dome of the Hall of Eternity to look toward the vast starry sky beyond.
Out in the void.
Fang Chen's Floating Immortal Battle Array Dharma Form still blazed with unstoppable momentum.
The thirty Seventh-Turn True Devil Emperors were gravely wounded and near death, their Demonic Qi exhausted. The Order Demon Emperor knelt amid the Ruins, one arm and one leg severed, his chest caved in and his aura feeble.
Despair filled their eyes.
The Teleportation Array was destroyed, reinforcements were cut off, and the World Will's blessing was gone. Trapped in these Ruins, they could cry to heaven and get no answer, call