Primeval Demonic Realm, western battlefield. The Demonic Race War God descended, and his terrifying pressure shook everyone present.
The black spear flew up and landed in the war god's hand. At once, Asura's demonic energy surged wildly, his demonic might shaking heaven and earth.
In the void, Shara, Sixth Palace Master, watched the Demonic Race War God appear on the battlefield. He rose from meditation, golden light billowing around him as he prepared to meet the enemy.
Not far away, Luojia, Third Palace Master, thrust back the Garuda before him with a turn of his palm. Phantom great stars circled his body as he unleashed his full cultivation, guarding against the strongest enemy ahead.
"Luojia, leave this place to us. Only you and Shara can deal with that Demonic Race War God."
From all across the battlefield, the various Sacred Domain Palace Masters swept over and cut off Garuda's retreat. The Fifth Palace Master, clad in golden battle armor, spoke with a solemn expression.
Luojia withdrew his gaze and looked at the Palace Masters around him. His expression turned grave as he nodded. "Then I leave this place to you."
Having said that, Luojia hesitated no longer. His figure flashed forward, darting toward the Demonic Race War God.
Several breaths later, Luojia, Third Palace Master, and Shara, Sixth Palace Master, arrived before Asura. The Sacred Domain's two strongest Palace Masters had joined forces, and a great battle was on the verge of breaking out.
"Neither of you is at your peak. This battle is meaningless. Withdraw!"
Asura's gaze swept over the two men before him, both of whom had just undergone a fierce battle. His tone was indifferent.
"I have long heard of the Demonic Race War God's name. Now that I am fortunate enough to cross hands with you,