In the Primeval Demonic Realm, night gradually passed. As dawn arrived, the sounds of battle ceased, and the Witch Clan army continued south toward the distant Heavenly Demon Imperial City.
Within the Heavenly Demon Imperial City, one hundred thousand Imperial Guards returned in time, preparing to face the Witch Clan army that was about to arrive.
The final battle drew the attention of all sides. A tense atmosphere spread through the imperial city, and from imperial nobles to ordinary citizens, all began to feel panic.
Above the imperial halls, as the Witch Clan army reached the city walls, the purple-black Power of Fortune grew increasingly faint. For the first time in countless millennia, the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan had been driven into such a miserable state.
North of the imperial city, the Witch Clan army halted. Before the army, the Twelve Witch Queens stood in the air, their powerful kingly might shaking every king in the imperial city.
The final moment had arrived. Within the Thirteenth Prince's Manor, a trace of emotion appeared on Ning Chen's weathered face. After laying plans for so many years, he had finally waited for this day.
In the deepest reaches of the Heavenly Demon Ancestral Land, two Devil Race emperors watched the north, their expressions growing ever more grim.
"We can wait no longer. It is time to make a decision," the Eight Desolations Demonic Emperor said in a deep voice.
The Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor remained silent. After a moment, he sighed softly. "Summon Xuan Que to the hall. Let us gamble once."
If Xuan Que could successfully step into the Imperial Dao, the imperial city's crisis would resolve itself. If he failed, then things would truly become troublesome.
At the Ninth Prince's Estate, Xuan Que, who had only recently been bestowed the