On the banks of the Nu River, at the corner of Broken Mountain Cliff.
The human soldiers craned their necks in anticipation, waiting for that unknown result.
If the Demon King lived, humanity would perish.
If the Demon King died, humanity would survive.
The lifeline of humanity hung upon the battle between that dragon and beast.
Li Mu Yang had transformed into a golden dragon and fought the Demon King. The two of them battled from the sky to the ground, then from the ground back to the sky, heedless of space or time, day or night.
From the beginning of the battle until today, eleven days had already passed.
The two of them had fallen to the bottom of the Nu River, then vanished without a trace. The human experts who had gone to investigate suspected that they had already entered the Abyssal Forbidden Land.
Only now did those humans who had always been so arrogant realize that the Demon King's cultivation was so profound, so terrifying. If not for Li Mu Yang—the only dragon in the world—who could contend with it and fight it to a standstill, then even if all the human experts joined forces, they likely would have been unable to defeat it.
Within the Flower Language Plain, the Demon King had slaughtered people as easily as cutting grass. Where had it ever encountered an opponent who could withstand even one of its blows?
The Demigod Realm was only one step away from becoming a Heavenly God. How could the flesh and blood of ordinary mortals possibly be compared to that?
"Li Mu Yang, you must stay alive." This was the obsession in countless hearts.
Adversity revealed true feelings, and life-or-death moments revealed true character.
The ordinary soldiers had once harbored hatred and misunderstandings toward the