Kings Win, Losers Fall; the Strong Prey on the Weak

Tens of thousands of ancient yin soldiers stood in formation, moving with perfect uniformity. Quite a few among them had become legends, their stories passed down through later generations. They were undeniably powerful.

Later, they all became defeated subordinates of Zhu Tian.

If Zhu Tian had not possessed real ability, he would never have dared to call himself an emperor.

The phoenix formed from Nirvana True Flame burned as hot as the sun. The Demon City had been cast from metal, yet even its walls showed signs of melting under such terrifying heat, to say nothing of the cultivators below.

People said that cultivators were unafraid of heat or cold, but when the temperature reached such a level, they could only withstand it by relying on their cultivation.

Those protected by their elders were still fine and could hold on. But someone like Kong Hao, who had gone to the Demon City alone, could only flee outside the city and watch the battle from farther away.

"Go!" Zhu Tian ordered. The yin soldiers marched and formed up, filling the sky in a dense, oppressive mass as they bore down on Jiang Lianyi with a terrifying, frigid aura.

"Explode." The Nirvana True Flame Phoenix spread its wings and soared high, blazing like the sun as it came roaring forward, swift as lightning.

The two sides collided with a thunderous boom. Yin and yang converged, forming a gigantic taiji diagram in the sky.

The taiji diagram exploded immediately afterward. The Nirvana True Flame Phoenix turned into sparks that scattered across the sky.

Yet more than half the yin soldiers remained.

Zhu Tian burst into laughter at the sight.

"Condense!" Jiang Lianyi remained unmoved. With a soft shout, she used the power of the Dao Fruit embryonic form to control her Nirvana clone