Night shrouded the decisive battleground. Life and death clashed as the sword wielder and the demon unleashed their ultimate moves, their heaven-destroying, earth-shattering might striking fear into gods and men alike.
The Sword Emperor and the Thunder God—man and demon, two who could not coexist—collided thunderously within the divine restriction.
In a scene that shook the world, the sword domain crumbled inch by inch, countless sword lights vanishing like smoke, while demonic energy scattered and thunderbolts were annihilated.
"Urgh."
Two muffled grunts rang out as blood sprayed from both. The aftermath surged outward, sending Ning Chen and Xuan Luo flying away.
Both sides had suffered injuries, yet no victor had emerged. Neither had gained the upper hand.
The bloodstained divine sword shrieked harshly. Demonic energy roiled around Ning Chen as the demon body he had concealed for so long manifested and joined the battle.
With both bodies appearing at once, the battle shifted again. Just as the battle was about to resume, a silver spear light tore through the sky from beyond, crashing onto the divine restriction with a thunderous boom.
The astonishing power was more than the divine restriction's space could bear. Cracks appeared one after another, and its collapse was imminent.
Within the divine restriction, Ning Chen sensed it, his eyes darkening. The aura around him withdrew, and his demon body returned to him.
"Thirteenth Imperial Brother, have you run into some trouble?"
As the words fell, a demonic weapon broke through the divine restriction. The silver spear plunged into the earth, silver radiance swirling around its shaft, its imposing might startling.
"Shaoyin."
Seeing the trembling silver spear embedded in the ground, Ning Chen's expression sank. It was Shaoyin, a heavy weapon of the demonic realm.
The First Prince had finally made his move.
Ning Chen shifted his