In the Immortal Realm, gods descended to usher in the apocalypse, while kings and lords joined forces to battle them.
The final battle rose with a momentum that pierced the heavens, stirring heaven and earth with yin and yang, shaking the mysterious yellow vastness.
Gray-haired and gray-eyed, Ning Chen was wreathed in Baleful Intent. He cast aside the last attachment of his future, transformed into a demon, and pushed his strength to the greatest peak of his life.
Enormous gray wings of slaughter spread behind him—twelve wings in all. Like a demon, like a madman, they were shocking beyond belief.
At his side, twelve Wings of Sin appeared behind the Nether King, blotting out the sky and sun. Their terrifying Demonic Might shook all ages, past and present.
The Twin Demons joined forces against the god. Slaughter and sin—things most reviled by humanity—were now fighting for the rise and fall of the human world. What bitter irony.
Ahead, the god stood in the air, divine radiance coiling around him. Behind him, twelve divine wings spread wide, holy and flawless, untouched by a speck of dust.
"Today, I will use your life to offer sacrifice to the billions of dead souls of mankind!"
The twelve wings of slaughter trembled. Ning Chen moved, Immortal Slaying tearing through the air as all starlight was extinguished.
Boom!
With a world-shaking stroke, gray sword light destroyed heaven and earth, splitting open the River of Time and returning to the Primordial Ancient Battlefield.
Within the turbulent currents of time, scenes of the Primordial Divine War could vaguely be seen, with countless phantoms of Gods and Devils flickering past.
As though dreaming back to primordial times, the eye beheld corpses of Gods and Devils everywhere. This battle of the present age was like the primordial calamity returning