Primeval Demonic Realm, western battlefield. The Heavenly Demon Imperial Guards and the Sacred Domain army faced each other from afar, their camps locked in confrontation. Before the camps, the commanders of both armies watched the southeast, solemnity filling their eyes.
In the distance, two figures sped toward them at extreme speed. Before long, they would reach the western border.
Before the Sacred Domain army, Luojia, Lord of the Third Palace, radiated golden light. He circulated his ultimate power, ready to face the coming changes.
Before the Heavenly Demon Imperial Guards, Commander-in-Chief Xuan Mo likewise drove his demonic essence, prepared to strike at any moment.
The Imperial Dao was approaching. Even the strongest among the current generation of King Realm experts did not dare be careless. They gathered all their power and raised their cultivation to its limit.
Through the night, the plain-clothed figure flashed past, racing westward. Behind him, the Scaly Emperor's incarnation followed like a shadow, drawing ever closer.
It was a contest of speed, a contest of life and death. Ning Chen did not dare pause for even an instant. He pushed his mastery of spacetime to its limit; with every step, the surrounding space twisted violently, and his figure vanished.
Behind him, the Scaly Emperor's incarnation became increasingly illusory. Yet its formidable Imperial Might remained terrifying as it relentlessly pursued the Thirteenth Prince of Heavenly Demons ahead.
Night gradually passed. At dawn, over the western territories, the plain-clothed figure appeared from thin air. He took a step and vanished once more.
Behind him, golden light surged across ten thousand miles. The Scaly Emperor followed close behind, now less than three hundred li from him.
With his destination near, Ning Chen raised his hand and gripped his sword. Ghost Qi spread across the Six Paths of Reincarnation. With