Upon Twin Peaks, the flames of war blazed fiercely. The Demon Butterfly slew the Divine Chief and devoured all of the god's cultivation.
The battle ended, and Hua Zhongdie's figure swept away toward the distant battlefield.
Above the Ninth Heaven, Ning Chen battled the Twelve Concubines of Night Leader. Seizing an opening, he finally slew three of them.
Unexpectedly, after the three Night Leaders died, their cultivation was all devoured by the remaining nine, whose strength surpassed what it had been before.
In the deadlocked battle, attack and defense traded places, yet neither side could do anything to the other.
At that moment, demonic qi surged within the battlefield as Hua Zhongdie's figure flashed forth, appearing amid the fight.
Sensing her arrival, Ning Chen smiled and said, "That fast?"
"He was already gravely wounded and not far from death. I merely gave him a few more cuts."
Hua Zhongdie swept her gaze over the nine figures around them, narrowing her eyes. "Are these people really so difficult to deal with?"
"Yes."
Ning Chen nodded. "Their bodies only solidify from illusion into substance at the instant they attack. That moment is very hard to grasp. For now, I have not thought of any particularly good solution."
"Then we can only fight and see."
Hua Zhongdie tightened her grip on Tears of Buried Flowers and looked coldly at the nine Night Leaders.
"That is all we can do."
Ning Chen answered, raising the hand that held his sword and pointing it at the nine Night Leaders. "Again!"
The nine Night Leaders exchanged glances. Gathering their essence and drawing in qi, their vast divine yuan churned as they formed groups of three and reignited the battle.
Mighty palm force surged forth like a force that could wither dry weeds and crush rotten wood.