At this moment, the Qin Court Plane's situation had become so dire it was beyond description.
Even Demon Emperor Luan Rong, with his Level-7 Late-Stage strength, bore a massive sword-energy wound on his cheek, deep enough to expose bone.
In truth, with Demon Emperor Luan Rong's remaining reserves of Dominator Soul, he had been fully capable of healing the scar on his face.
But he had not done so.
The Evil Tide Civilization was also one branch of intelligent life in the Star Realm. They, too, felt admiration, praise, and worship.
The First Emperor before him, along with the Great Qin Empire legion under his command, had undoubtedly left a profound impression on Demon Emperor Luan Rong's war-torn life spanning hundreds of thousands of years.
Though Demon Emperor Luan Rong was staring directly at the First Emperor, who had only a breath left, his gaze could not help drifting toward a Level-7 Demon Emperor on the surrounding battlefield who had completely lost all signs of life.
His eyelids twitched violently.
The fallen Level-7 Demon Emperor was Demon Emperor Shi Mu, a Level-7 Early-Stage Demon Emperor.
Logically, with four fighting one and the Evil Tide Legion holding an absolute numerical advantage, Demon Emperor Luan Rong and the others should not have suffered any losses.
Demon Emperor Shi Mu himself had possessed considerable defensive power, in particular.
Yet in the end, the First Emperor had still successfully dragged a Demon Emperor down with him!
Such a result had not been achieved by the First Emperor alone, but by him and every officer and soldier under his command.
When more than one Level-4 or Level-5 Great Qin Empire general had charged Demon Emperor Shi Mu like madmen, braving death itself just to inflict even a measure of injury upon him, anyone would have