High above the clouds several thousand meters up, An Yang gazed into the distance.
The demons of the Eternal Life Demon Palace all stood atop rolling layers of dark clouds that seemed composed purely of gloomy, evil energy. Viewed from afar, they made the entire sky pitch-black and densely packed with terrifying demons who had committed countless wicked deeds, prompting one to exclaim involuntarily—what a textbook scene of the impending apocalypse!
"Rumble..."
Lightning intersected and thunder collided amidst the dark clouds, yet this very power of heavenly punishment was trodden beneath the feet of these demons as if heaven and earth themselves were yielding to them!
Looking back behind him, the immortals and deities had also mobilized!
Mighty figures picked up their magic treasures. Whether immortal, deity, Buddha, or even demon, all wore expressions of righteous awe, ready at any moment to do battle with the demons and welcome victory through this final war!
Aside from the mighty figures, there were also many kindred spirits belonging to various factions who had gathered here for the righteousness of heaven and earth. Placed in the outside world, they were towering experts in their own right, but here it could only be said that, regardless of high or low combat strength, they were all willing to contribute their meager strength to this battle.
The most grandiose momentum belonged to the sixty thousand grass-headed gods under the command of Manifesting Saint Erlang True Lord from Guanjiangkou, and the most distinct faction belonged to the old subordinates of Third Prince Nezha in the Heavenly Court Garrison Army!
There were many, many more who had prepared for war and naturally prepared to die in battle.
Yet these people did not include An Yang...
For a moment he told himself in his heart that he was a