The Demon Tide churned and surged across the sky. Above it, divine light and black mist remained locked in a deadly struggle, crushing and colliding.
Every clash unleashed violent air currents across a thousand miles.
Space was repeatedly pulverized and reformed. Razor-sharp turbulence swept in every direction, instantly dissolving and annihilating any demonic creature it touched.
The small, shadowy demonic serpent Qin He had become carefully hugged the folds of shattered space, slowly threading his way against the current.
His slender, delicate body concealed itself perfectly in the ink-thick demonic mist. The membranous wings along his back trembled so faintly that they stirred not the slightest whisper of wind.
The slaughter on the main battlefield had reached the height of brutality.
The immense divine light of the three High Gods spanned heaven and earth. Gold-white, pure white, and deep black radiance intertwined into an enormous curtain of lethal light, tightly imprisoning the four demonic generals.
The demonic generals' towering malevolent energy battered the curtain again and again, blasting up surging waves of black mist, yet never breaking through that imposing defensive line.
Endless shock waves of slaughter swept in every direction. Any ordinary saint-tier cultivator who drew even slightly near would have their body crushed apart by invisible force.
Qin He paid no heed to the deadly turbulence around him.
This was the moment he had gambled on.
All three High Gods were exerting their full strength. Their attention, power, and divine senses were fixed firmly on the four demonic generals, and every gaze across the Returning Ruins Battlefield had been drawn to this clash at the pinnacle.
No one had any attention to spare for an insignificant little demonic creature deep within the Demon Tide.
He pressed onward against the current. The closer he came to the battlefield's heart,