"No!"
Di Jun and Taiyi roared in fury at heaven and earth, unleashing heaven-shaking divine abilities and transforming into Great Suns suspended in the sky. The True Sun Fire set the entire Great Desolation ablaze.
Yet even so, the sword light still passed through their bodies without the slightest hindrance.
The Golden Crows wept blood as they split into two and fell from the sky. Their blood poured out, forming a lake of golden blood upon the ground.
"No, Your Majesty the Demon Emperor!"
The people of the Demon Court let out terrified, grief-stricken cries. On the battlefield of Buzhou Mountain, the sword intent lingered for a long time, nearly cleaving open the very sky of the Great Desolation and exposing the energies of earth, water, wind, and fire within, which sought to evolve into a world of the Sword Dao.
Yet their Demon Emperor lay in a pool of blood, while the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Eastern Emperor Bell, had been sent flying somewhere unknown.
The Demon Emperor was bound to the Demon Race, their fortunes intertwined—they prospered together and suffered together. If the Demon Emperor fell, would the Demon Race not be forced to withdraw from the stage of the Great Desolation?
Witch Race.
"East King Duke is actually this powerful. Good thing we have forged friendly ties with him."
Even the Ancestor Witches, who feared neither heaven nor earth, spoke with lingering dread at this moment.
East King Duke's sword strike just now had been too heaven-defying; even an Innate Supreme Treasure had been unable to withstand it.
Though they specialized in cultivating their bodies, and their physical forms had even reached the Quasi-Saint realm with the aid of Pangu's Essence Blood—
Before that sword light, their only fate would be for life and Dao alike