The blood-red clouds were pierced through. Light descended from the heavens, shining over the vast battlefield and falling upon Jiang Ping An's three figures, making him seem a little more desolate and forlorn.
Over the course of his life, he had endured countless hardships. Many times, he had already been driven to the end of the road and nearly wanted to give up, yet he had always managed to persevere in the end.
He did not know whether he could become a True Immortal, but he would give it everything he had.
If he did not even try, how could he succeed? Was he supposed to wait for success to come knocking on his door?
Jiang Ping An raised his head and looked at the final name on the Saint Tablet Rankings.
Wen Cangtian.
They were going to meet again.
The last time he had fought Wen Cangtian for a long time and narrowly won by a single move.
This time, he wondered what powerful strength the other man would reveal...
Just as everyone was preparing to watch this pinnacle battle, a blood-soaked man flew over from the Teleportation Array connected to the Demon Domain.
"Emergency at the front lines! The First Defense Line and Second Defense Line have both fallen! Only the Third Defense Line remains! Inform the human race of the Immortal Realm to defend the rear immediately! The Demon Race is about to invade the Immortal Realm!"
His voice spread through the entire Azure Branch Academy, startling its many powerful cultivators.
"What? How could the Demon Race suddenly break through two defense lines in a row?"
For countless years, the Demon Race had always wanted to counterattack and return to the Immortal Realm. The human race's many factions had guarded the front lines and had even pushed