Primeval Demonic Realm, western battlefield. The Six Paths of Reincarnation descended upon the world, and the balance of battle was decided in an instant.
The swordsman was stained red with blood and staggered back several steps. The Heavenly Demon Royal Clan had lost another round.
The moment victory and defeat were decided, before the Sacred Domain army, Shaluo gave the order, and one hundred thousand troops immediately pressed forward.
The Sacred Domain army blotted out the sky and covered the sun, rolling forward like a raging tide and hidden current. The sight was so staggering that it struck fear into every heart.
Before the Heavenly Demon army, the five Demonic Generals recovered from their shock. Before they could think further, the Sacred Domain army had already arrived.
The two armies clashed, and heaven and earth changed color. Moments later, countless broken bodies fell from the sky and crashed onto the earth.
Blood rained from the sky like a downpour, staining the wilderness red drop by drop.
Below, the Plain-clothed Figure stood with sword in hand, half his body dyed crimson. Before him, Shaluo blocked the way, the golden armor around his body gleaming with such dazzling brilliance that none could look at it directly.
Corpses carpeted the ground around the two of them, while bloody rain continued to fall from the heavens, painting the battlefield with even greater cruelty.
"Though this is a false battle, your strength still astonishes me."
Shaluo looked at the young man before him and spoke solemnly.
"Only an act that feels real can make people believe it. Come again. I will not retreat, and neither will the Heavenly Demon army."
Ning Chen raised his bloodstained right arm, pointed his sword ahead, and answered calmly.
Shaluo nodded. With a sharp cry, golden light flared around him