Yuan Hong and Yang Jian faced each other in midair. Both cultivated the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art, and their strength and abilities were almost identical.
The clash of their auras threw the energies of heaven and earth into chaos, filling the entire battlefield at Mengjin with a chilling killing intent.
The Zhou Camp generals stood ready, while the three Shang Army demons took up their positions and fixed their eyes on the opponents before them. A full-scale melee erupted in an instant.
Yuan Hong struck first, shouting solemnly, "Three brothers, show no mercy! Flatten the Zhou Camp today and avenge our grievances!"
"Rest assured, Big Brother!"
Yang Xian, Jin Dasheng, and Dai Li answered at once. Three streams of demonic qi soared into the sky and instantly charged into the Zhou Army ranks.
The Feudal Lords' Coalition immediately formed up to resist, while the Chan Sect generals split off to meet their enemies. The battlefield was instantly divided into three separate clashes, and the sounds of slaughter shook the lands in every direction.
Huang Tianhua had been wounded by Yang Xian's Soul-Devouring White Light just now, and his heart was already filled with rage. Seeing Yang Xian charge over, he immediately raised his hammers and strode forward, shouting sharply, "Demon! You wounded me with a sneak attack just now. Today, I will kill you to vent my anger!"
White light flickered between Yang Xian's brows as he replied with a cold sneer, "A mere junior who survived by luck dares come forward to die? I spared your life just now, yet you fail to appreciate my mercy!"
With that, Yang Xian stopped holding back. The radiant white light between his brows surged, and an invisible soul-devouring force spread out again, locking directly onto Huang Tianhua's primordial spirit.
He had never relied