Primeval Demonic Realm, western battlefield. After a great battle, the land lay scarred beyond recognition, corpses strewn everywhere.
The might of an emperor was earthshaking. Even a mere incarnation had been powerful enough to drive people into despair.
In the void, the Demonic Race War God stood suspended in the air, the demonic aura around him gradually withdrawing.
The War God had slain an immortal, shattering an eternal taboo. The emperor had been defeated, his figure fading away.
Asura turned around, his gaze settling silently upon the ten Sacred Domain Palace Lords before the Western Sacred Domain army.
Among the Sacred Domain Palace Lords, Luojia likewise looked toward the Demonic Race War God in the sky, his expression darkening.
Asura had finally emerged after all.
Their gazes met. A moment later, Asura withdrew his eyes, descended from the heavens, and walked before the Heavenly Demon camp.
"Asura, welcome back."
Xuan Mo looked at the Demonic Race War God before him and spoke calmly.
Asura stopped, looking at the Heavenly Demon Imperial Guards behind Xuan Mo, whose casualties had exceeded half. "You have worked hard."
"It was our duty."
Xuan Mo replied, "Now that you have emerged, I shall return to the city to report."
Asura nodded. "Until we meet again."
"Until we meet again."
Xuan Mo answered, then turned to look at the four deputy commanders behind him. "You will remain and assist Asura in resisting the Sacred Domain invasion. Do not let your guard down."
"Yes!"
The four deputy commanders behind Xuan Mo bowed respectfully.
"Thirteenth Prince, will you come with me?"
Xuan Mo shifted his gaze to the Thirteenth Prince some distance away and asked calmly.
"Mm."
Ning Chen responded softly, descending and walking to the former's side.
Under the morning light, the two set out together, heading