The Final Step

Eastern Region, Ancestor Dragon City.

The once-towering Ancestor Dragon City, as a renowned defensive line of the Eastern Region, had guarded the borderlands for tens of thousands of years, yet now it was nothing but broken walls and ruined ramparts, everywhere strewn with wreckage ravaged by the flames of war.

Here, the ground was littered with the bones of ancestral dragons. Enormous dragon bodies lay across the land, their flesh split open, their bones scattered. Besides them were the remains of many other great clans of the Eastern Region. Dragon blood and phoenix bones piled up like mountains, turning this place into a desolate graveyard.

The ground rumbled and shook. In the void, streaks of whistling wind swept over those deathly still, solidified bones. Raising one's gaze, one would see an overwhelming mass of black shadows, a dark swarm filled with the rancid wind of beating wings, savage and cold, crossing this Ancestor Dragon City that had weathered ten thousand years of frost and wind, charging toward the vast Eastern Region farther behind.

In the distance there, heaven and earth collapsed, all manner of strange phenomena bursting forth. Immortal waterfalls and refining flames formed by immortal arts were like long rivers of streaming silk, creating storms in the void.

The earth-shaking cries of slaughter came from that faraway end.

"Hold! Hold to the death!"

"Even if you burn your divine souls, burn your blood essence, you must hold!"

"We absolutely cannot retreat, not even one step!!"

The roars of the Ancestral Dragon Clan resounded along this final defensive line. It was the furious shout of a Quasi-Emperor, spreading across the entire battlefield.

But soon, a Quasi-Emperor expert among the ancient demons also spoke, cold and tyrannical:

"Kill. Slaughter everything before your eyes!"

"Cross this defensive line, and this vast Eastern