The Second Extreme Immortal Battlefield was vast and boundless.
Immortal light erupted without end, a sign that some immortal treasures from the Primordial Era were emerging.
Yet few powerful cultivators were searching for treasures. All of them were locked in fierce slaughter!
Bai Bingyan, Zhen Yuer, Xuan Yuan Longjing, Lingxi, Chu Chu, Nangong Feifei, and the other beauties had gathered together!
Ma De, Jin Jiao, Yin Jiao, Zhao Wufa, Zhao Wutian, Ouyang Ziyue, Bai Yaowu, the Four Great Beast Kings...
With such a lineup, coupled with the vast Insect Race army, their combat strength should have been formidable.
Unfortunately, Nine Nests had the greatest number of Low Gods—more than a hundred thousand...
What kind of concept was that?
One had to know that it took roughly a dozen or so insects to match a single Low God in combat power.
Moreover, these Low Gods coordinated with astonishing precision, and the combined divine arts they unleashed were terrifying beyond measure.
The brutal battle raged on, with Insect Race warriors constantly being cut down.
Yet they still charged forward one after another, standing at the very front like the strongest shield!
"Die!"
Yaoyao shouted sharply, demon qi surging skyward from his entire body.
He drove the Eight-Nine Demon Art to its limit, charging through the battlefield and fighting without fear of death.
But under the barrage of fierce attacks, Yaoyao's wounds multiplied. Before long, more than a dozen Low Gods had surrounded him.
"Get lost, all of you!"
The Pig Emperor roared. His body rapidly swelled as he launched one savage, frenzied charge after another!
He rescued Yaoyao from certain death. The Low Grade Treasure Qiuhong Sword circling around him burst forth with sharp radiance, blocking wave after wave of divine art attacks.
Yet these Low Gods feared no death and continued