Primeval Demonic Realm, northern battlefield. Ning Chen fought the Witch Queens, the battle reaching white-hot intensity, its aftershocks rising in a thousand layers.
Hard met soft. As sword light collided with flowing ribbons, Xuanjie tore through the air, Sword Qi piercing through flesh and bringing forth a brilliant spray of blood.
At the critical moment, before the Witch Clan army, a White-robed Witch Queen swept into the battle. Her vast palm force raised waves ten thousand zhang high.
In the heavens, Gandharva saw this and lightly stepped forward on lotus feet. Turning her palm, she drew in demonic essence, striking out with a palm that shook the heavens.
As kings clashed, heaven sank and earth fell. The demonic palm struck the towering waves, and the raging torrents and hidden currents violently convulsed, blasting both women apart.
The White-robed Witch Queen looked at the young girl before her, her brows knitting slightly. What a powerful Demonic General. Who was this person, and why had she never appeared before?
Just as the two King Realm experts exchanged blows, in the battle below, a plain-clothed figure swept before Witch Queen Feiyu. His sword edge was fierce, every move aimed to take her life.
Witch Queen Feiyu recovered from her shock. She forcibly took a sword strike on her shoulder, then drew upon her power with slender hands. One green ribbon after another spread forth, winding toward Ning Chen.
As the ribbons attacked, Ning Chen showed no fear. His left hand clenched through empty air, and Nine Transformations of Xuanjie transformed into a sword and arrived. His twin swords flowed together as he met the attack head-on.
The supremely hard sharp swords met the supremely soft long ribbons. As the divine weapons clashed again, the ribbons changed form, coiling around the sharp blades and