Battle Against the Third King Hall

"Heavenly King Hall, it has truly been a long time."

Ying Huahuan's icy-blue beautiful eyes looked toward the black shadow ahead as she spoke calmly.

"Yes, it has been many years since we last met. The Ice Master is still as peerlessly graceful as ever. But after fighting for so many years, why don't we call a truce?" Heavenly King Hall looked at Ying Huahuan and smiled.

"A truce? This time, you Abyssal Demons can forget about leaving unscathed. Only by having every last one of you purified will you reach your final destination." Flame Master folded his arms and spoke indifferently.

"Heh heh, you people are always so impolite. After all these years, you still haven't changed." Beside Heavenly King Hall, Second King Hall gave Flame Master a cold smile.

Ying Huahuan's beautiful eyes were icy, while her pretty face remained calm as a mirror. Looking at Heavenly King Hall, she slowly said, "This time, we will completely bring this war that has lasted for thousands of years to an end. You will not have a third chance."

"Hehe, don't be so certain."

Heavenly King Hall shook his head, then waved a hand behind him and said with a faint smile, "All members of the Demon Prison, show yourselves. Otherwise, people might look down on us."

Rumble!

As Heavenly King Hall's hand fell, the vast desert suddenly began to tremble violently.

Then, everyone watched with grave expressions as the desert ground below began to split apart, streams of viscous demonic aura spreading out like liquid.

Countless Abyssal Demon troops crawled out as though from hell. Within a few short moments, they had filled the other side of the Western Xuan Great Desert.

Such a formation did not appear much weaker than the Three Great Allied Armies.

Boom!

The ground