Primeval Demonic Realm, southern front, Scaly Clan routed, its kings fallen.
On the battlefield, Ning Chen wielded his divine weapon, slashing down sword after sword, cold and relentless as he continually crushed a king's will.
King Li's scales had nearly all shattered, blood streaming over him and staining his kingly body red.
Wracked by intense pain, King Li's will gradually crumbled. For one fleeting instant, he even considered giving up resistance.
Boom!
At that moment, within the distant Purple Scale Abyss, Imperial Might shot into the heavens. A vast, boundless palm force crossed time and space, crashing toward the battlefield.
Ning Chen looked up, seized King Li, and directly hurled him upward.
Beneath the Imperial Might, King Li's body exploded on impact, utterly unable to resist.
Below, Ning Chen's expression darkened. He released the divine restriction to block the emperor's palm force.
With a boom, Imperial Might proved unstoppable. Time and the Yellow Springs collapsed in succession, unable to withstand the power of the Imperial Dao Law.
Yet the shattered divine restriction had ultimately won Ning Chen a fleeting instant. As the Imperial Dao Law descended, the plain-clothed figure vanished, darting a hundred li away.
A terrifying upheaval thundered out. Where Ning Chen had stood moments earlier, the entire earth collapsed into an abyss whose depths could not be seen.
Under that horrifying Imperial Might, more than half the armies of both the Scaly Clan and Devil Race were slaughtered by a single palm from the Scaly Emperor. Before absolute power, no one could resist in the slightest.
A hundred li away, Ning Chen looked toward Prince Xuan Xiao in the distance and said gravely, "Sixth Martial Uncle, retreat!"
Xuan Xiao watched the Imperial Might gathering anew in the heavens, a trace of melancholy flashing through his eyes.
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