In the Divine Realm Southern Border, the cold moon hung high. The gods slaughtered demons, and blood stained the vast wilderness crimson.
Beneath the moon, the white-haired demon in plain robes was wreathed in surging black currents, his Demonic Might shaking the heavens.
Senluo Hell appeared, and gods fell. Great whirlpools churned one after another, endlessly devouring the divine generals slain in battle.
The blood of the gods gathered from all directions, divine power continuously pouring into Ning Chen's body.
As divine power entered his body, Ning Chen's aura grew ever more astonishing. His white hair danced wildly, his strength unmatched.
Abandoning both humanity and divinity, Ning Chen let demonhood take the lead, his killing intent rising by the day.
In the sky, atop a Bronze Chariot, the man in white watched the battle below with a faintly cold expression. With a step, he leaped down.
"Qingmian, you have disappointed me."
Entering the battle himself, the man in white spoke coldly.
Behind him, Qingmian staggered to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
All around them, as divine generals fell, the might of Senluo Hell steadily intensified. True extremity revealed its terrifying power.
Within hell, streaks of blood-red lightning crisscrossed the air. To touch them was to die. Nearly a hundred divine generals had failed to recognize the terror of that crimson lightning and had been cleaved apart on the spot.
"Are gods only capable of this much?"
At the center of the river of blood, Ning Chen looked at the white-robed man before him and spoke calmly.
"To kill you, it is enough."
The man in white raised a hand. Colorless flames rose, their terrible heat approaching the legendary Solar True Fire.
Flowing Stream Divine Monarch, one of the Vermilion Bird Divine Temple's ten