In the west of the Primeval Demonic Realm, war blazed across the plains. The Sacred Domain army pressed in, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.
Within the Heavenly Demon camp, countless Heavenly Demon soldiers were slaughtered by the Sacred Domain army. Defeat after defeat had stripped the once-invincible Heavenly Demon army of all its fighting spirit, leaving them utterly unable to resist.
At the forefront of the battlefield, where the strongest of both armies clashed, Xuanmie, the Heavenly Demons' Second Prince, awoke from his coma and held back the Sacred Domain's Sixth Palace Master.
Two peerless experts at the pinnacle of the King Realm—Buddha and demon finally collided. Before everyone's eyes, an astonishing sight unfolded: golden light pierced through the demon's chest, scattering a field of tragically vivid blood blossoms.
Opposite him, Shaluo was sent flying a hundred zhang away. His steps staggered as he barely managed to steady himself.
"Urgh."
With a muffled groan, Shaluo coughed up blood, staining his golden battle armor red.
The Devil Race prince's final move had possessed boundless might. Even Shaluo, hailed as the person closest to the Imperial Path in the world, could not completely withstand that Demonic Might and suffered grave injuries.
After the final move, the outcome had been decided. The demon fell into the dust, his blood dyeing the earth.
His eyes remained wide open even in death, confusion mingling with fury. The Heavenly Demons' Second Prince had died with his eyes unclosed.
"How could this be!"
On the distant battlefield, the expressions of the three Demonic Generals changed drastically. With Prince Xuanmie's strength, how could he have been defeated in a single move?
"Thank you for your gift, Master."
Within Xuanmie's body, demonic souls flickered in and out of sight as they spoke.
"There is not much