Black light pierced the sky; ten thousand troops stood at solemn attention.
A streak of jet-black radiance tore through the clouds, charging straight into the Heavenly Net and Earthly Web formation.
More than ten thousand golden-armored heavenly soldiers stood in ranks like a forest, their cold gleam reflecting the sun. Fearing the false god might escape, they sealed every path and gateway of the grand formation. The instant the formation rose, its murderous aura froze the clouds for a thousand miles around.
Thirty-six divine generals held demon-subduing artifacts, some treading auspicious clouds, others riding sacred beasts. Their Dharma manifestations formed the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dippers Formation, formation atop formation, sealing off the entire stretch of sky so tightly not even water could pass through.
Xiang Yuan ignored them outright. His gaze pierced through layer upon layer of weapons and crossed the imposing ranks, settling directly on the black-armored figure in the distance.
The Demon-Subduing Patriarch of the Divine Firmament Realm was a fairly lousy person, though he was a master at putting on airs. He stood motionless in the void, clad in black armor with the Great Emperor's Dharma manifestation at his back. He carried no weapon and merely stood with his hands behind his back, yet the entire world seemed to freeze around him.
Seeing Xiang Yuan arrive alone, the Demon-Subduing Patriarch sneered disdainfully. Recalling how the gods of both realms had been toyed with before, he narrowed his eyes and suppressed his chilling killing intent. "You false god have some nerve. Speak—what have you come for? Have you come to surrender and switch sides?"
"Cut the nonsense. When two realms wage war, it's kill or be killed. Since when is surrender an option?"
Xiang Yuan could not be bothered trading threats with the Demon-Subduing Patriarch. Curling a finger, he