Above the battlefield, two streams of light were exceptionally dazzling.
One was a brilliant golden glow, forever standing high above the battlefield like a heavenly god.
The other, a stream of light mingled with gold, green, red, and several other hues, looked rather miserable.
Each time it shot into the sky, it would be blasted down by the golden streamer within one or two breaths.
Yet it was only blasted down. The instant it fell, it would swiftly rush back into the sky and entangle itself with that golden streamer once more.
Without question, that incomparably dazzling golden streamer was Jin Zheng, the Devil Race's Twenty-First Grand Commander of the Army.
And that somewhat miserable multicolored streamer was naturally Ye Zhen.
This appeared to be a contest with an enormous disparity in strength. Jin Zheng was a Late Dao Realm expert, infinitely close to the Dao Realm peak.
Ye Zhen, on the other hand, was merely at the World King Realm Ninth Heaven Peak, a Half-step Dao Realm.
Under normal circumstances, with such a vast difference in strength, there could only be one outcome—an instant kill!
But now, Ye Zhen grew fiercer the longer he fought, becoming stronger with every battle. Like an unkillable cockroach, he fought until Jin Zheng was thoroughly vexed and enraged, wishing he could seize Ye Zhen in his hands and beat him to death with his iron fists.
Yet Ye Zhen was as slippery as a loach, utterly impossible to catch.
Not only that, though Ye Zhen was at a disadvantage, he had Jin Zheng tangled up so tightly that he could not break away from the battle.
As a result, every scream from an Ironclad Demon and every anguished cry from a Devil Race Dao Realm expert on the battlefield threw Jin Zheng's mind