The battle grew fiercer and fiercer. Above the sky, Golden Immortal cultivators kept crashing down in death, and the Dao bodies of Primordial Unity Golden Immortals shattered apart.
Even Daluo Golden Immortals with profound cultivation were one after another having their souls return to the Investiture of the Gods, yet the great war between the Dragon Clan and the Kirin Clan remained locked in stalemate. Neither side could gain the slightest upper hand.
Below, the immortals and soldiers watching the battle were all dumbstruck, utterly shaken by the death-match momentum of these ancient great clans.
Jiang Ziya stared blankly at the brutal slaughter in the sky, raised a hand in disbelief, and rubbed his eyes. Stormy waves surged through his heart:
This... is this the true war of immortals and gods?
Thinking back to the previous campaigns between Xiqi and Great Shang, to those exchanges of spells, to the slaughter of troops arrayed in formation...
Looking at it now, they had truly been crude beyond bearing, utterly lacking the tragic grandeur of life-and-death combat. They had been nothing more than children playing around.
For a moment, a trace of confusion actually arose in his heart. His understanding of the Investiture Chessboard had been completely overturned.
As for Great Shang's commander-in-chief, Wen Zhong, he raised his eyes and looked at the Dragon Clan and Kirin cultivators who kept falling from the sky and heading straight for the Investiture of the Gods. He felt as if his heart were bleeding, and anxiety consumed him.
Why had the Ten Heavenly Lords' formations still not arrived?
If this dragged on any longer, wouldn't all the places on the Investiture of the Gods be completely taken by these two clans?
The Investiture layout their Jie Sect had planned was about to be utterly disrupted by