At the very zenith of the heavens...
Cheng Buzheng stood in the void, his robes fluttering lightly in the wind. After casting an indifferent glance at the Demon Race Half Venerable below, who had not even left behind the slightest trace, he slowly swept his gaze over the remaining Demon Race Mortal Cultivators before the formation, whose morale was in utter disarray.
Just as he was about to strike and wipe out every last Demon Race remnant on this battlefield in one fell swoop, thoroughly pacifying this front...
Suddenly!
Cheng Buzheng's movements abruptly halted. His profound gaze pierced through layer upon layer of void and fell upon the depths of the distant horizon.
He murmured faintly, his voice cool and devoid of the slightest ripple:
"Forget it.
The Human Race Mortal Cultivators within the Great Array can clean up these defeated stragglers. There is no need for me to waste time here.
Besides, with this enemy Half Venerable dead, there are no longer any top-tier threats on this front. It can now rest easy."
Before the thought had even settled, Cheng Buzheng's figure flickered. The Spirit Light around him withdrew, and in an instant, he vanished into the boundless void, coming and going without a trace.
Elsewhere!
At another point on the battlefield...
The Mystic Turtle Clan Half Venerable gazed at the Human Race Formation Light Screen ahead, its Spirit Light dim and on the verge of collapse. His massive, heavy turtle-shell body tensed slightly, and intense delight surfaced in his ancient eyes.
After countless fierce assaults, the Human Race Great Array was finally on the brink of shattering. The chance to break the formation was right before him.
He muttered in a low voice, his tone brimming with certainty:
"The Great Array is wavering. It is time for me