High above the firmament, the Evil Emperor and Gu Chui stood in midair, their manifestations towering tens of thousands of feet tall. Their auras swirled around them, and pressure so terrifying it seemed to reach its limit filled the surrounding space. At that moment, the Evil Emperor and Gu Chui stared each other down.
The Evil Emperor stood above Xukong, his entire body wreathed in pitch-black evil energy, surging with terrifying fluctuations and utterly at odds with heaven and earth. Under the pressure of that evil energy, the surrounding space resembled a hell. From time to time, terrifying faces thrust out from within it, seeming to struggle to break free—as if the place itself were a hell of asuras. It was an utterly chilling sight.
The Evil Emperor looked at Gu Chui, whose manifestation was just as enormous. Gu Chui now resembled a primordial giant, standing tall in midair with divine light flickering around him, like a god poised to split heaven and earth.
In Gu Chui's hand was a great hammer even larger than his body. Power of utter desolation radiated from it, pressing on the surrounding space until it twisted and warped without end.
Gu Chui faced the Evil Emperor without yielding. Golden light flickered in his eyes, and his divine might shook the world.
The Evil Emperor glanced at Gu Chui, then looked down below. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Human King, your Human Race's Imperial Pass seems about to fall!"
Hearing the Evil Emperor's words, Gu Chui furrowed his brow.
He didn't need to look to sense that the situation on the battlefield below was dire.
At the Imperial Pass battlefield, the Yazu army had been forced back beneath the city walls. The Human Race's army was doing everything it could to resist, but