"Below True Immortals, he was invincible."
Watching Jiang Ping An crush the Demon Race's Heavenly Immortals, everyone had the same thought.
His current combat power could not contend against True Immortals, yet he stood between Heavenly Immortals and True Immortals.
Like Earth Immortals between Human Immortals and Heavenly Immortals.
At this realm, no Heavenly Immortal could rival him.
On this battlefield, not a single Heavenly Immortal possessed the strength to fight Jiang Ping An.
These lofty Demon Race Heavenly Immortals now fled like homeless dogs, each using their life-saving trump cards to escape in disgrace.
Only when the Demon Race's hearts ached beyond endurance and they ordered a ceasefire across every battlefield did the Desolate Alliance commander tell Jiang Ping An to stop.
It was a transaction. The Demon Race halted the fighting on the other battlefields, while the Desolate Alliance had Jiang Ping An cease his slaughter, reducing losses on both sides.
Of the more than three hundred great demons, only a little over two hundred remained.
The remaining hundred-plus Heavenly Immortal great demons had been left here forever.
When the battle ended, every Desolate Alliance Heavenly Immortal looked at the blood-soaked figure at once, unable to suppress the surging reverence in their hearts.
Originally, this war could not have been stopped at all. Had reinforcements from the rear not arrived in time, it would inevitably have ended with the Desolate Alliance's defeat and retreat.
Yet this man's appearance had changed the entire situation. By his strength alone, he had slain more than a hundred Heavenly Immortals.
Such a record had never existed before and would never exist again.
If word of this spread, no one would believe it.
Jiang Ping An used Mental Power to move nearby stars over, piling them into a city wall, then sat cross-legged