Primeval Demonic Realm, southeastern battlefield. The Stone Clan suffered a crushing defeat. The Dragon Legion of the Eight Legions struck, and the Stone Clan's two great Sacred Protectors were defeated and fell on the spot.
In the crucial battle between Xuanqi and Yinxiao, two peerless kings of the age clashed fiercely. After a hundred exchanges, victory and defeat were decided.
The demonic sword pierced his chest, flames engulfing his body. Unbreakable Protection was shattered, and the Stone Clan's foremost Sacred Protector was immediately grievously wounded.
"Impossible!"
Yinxiao staggered back several steps, his eyes full of disbelief. How had Xuanqi found it?
"At the flaw, the sound of the sword differed from everywhere else. You have lost this battle."
Xuanqi withdrew his sword, condensed essence in his left palm, and slammed it into the former's chest.
"Urgh!"
Blood sprayed through the air, staining the void red. Yinxiao was sent flying a hundred zhang before crashing thunderously onto the ground.
In the sky, Xuanqi slowly descended, the edge of the demonic sword in his hand unblunted despite the victory.
Against an opponent like this, he would not speak of mercy. That would also be disrespectful to the opponent before him.
For a defeated general, burying his bones on the battlefield was the finest destination.
Xuanqi raised his demonic sword. Demonic energy surged as the merciless, life-taking blade fell.
"Insolence!"
At that moment, a terrifying, earth-shaking voice descended from the nine heavens. An unparalleled, horrifying pressure spread from afar, and the entire battlefield changed color in an instant.
This was—
Xuanqi and Long both shuddered, turning their gazes into the distance with shock on their faces.
The Stone Emperor!
With this sudden change, the pressure across the battlefield rapidly sank. Everyone's movements became incomparably difficult, as though the very space of heaven and