The words fell!
Below the city, the fighting spirit and fury the hundreds of thousands of Zhou Army soldiers had bottled up for years erupted completely!
"Kill—!!!"
A heaven-shaking cry of slaughter rose from the ground, like a tsunami collapsing the heavens, like thunder piercing the earth. Biting killing intent shot straight into the clouds, enveloping all of Zhaoge's sky and land.
Far above in the distant Nine Heavens, the saints of the Immortal Realm, the Immortal Venerables of the great sects, and the gods of the Heavenly Court looked down over the battlefield of the mortal world, every one of them smiling, their expressions relaxed.
Yin Shang's great momentum was already gone. King Zhou had been deserted by all his followers, betrayed by kin and friends, and had exposed his own weakness. The Investiture of the Gods Calamity was about to conclude; Xiqi was certain to win. The overall situation was settled, and victory was within reach.
Between heaven and earth, the whole world was his enemy; all under heaven crusaded against King Zhou.
But Yin Shou, the Human Emperor at the center of the storm, faced the sky-filling cries of slaughter, the crusade of ten thousand troops, and the watching eyes of the Immortal Realm without the slightest panic. Instead, the corner of his mouth slowly hooked into a faint, indifferent sneer.
"Heh heh..."
A soft laugh pressed down the uproar filling the city.
King Zhou raised his hand and gripped the Human King Sword at his waist, the blade that bore the human race's Auspicious Qi and suppressed ten thousand evils.
Cold light suddenly flashed. The sword's edge slowly lifted, locking precisely onto Daji's head.
His gaze was icy. His voice was not loud, yet it pierced through every shout of killing and rang clearly before the