On Borneo, the battle between Gods and Devils drew to a close. Luoshen revealed her earth-shaking prowess for the first time, stunning everyone present.
Borrowing a Sword from Heaven, she slew a demon with one strike. Such world-shocking divine might filled the Brahma Ghost with terror.
The demon fell to the ground, dust and sand burying his body. After a lifetime of striving, in the end, one could return to no more than a mound of yellow earth.
On both sides of the battlefield, everyone wore looks of utter surprise. No one had expected the Second Demon Palace Protector to lose—and to lose so miserably.
Within the battlefield, Luoshen turned and walked out, her eyes as tranquil and peaceful as ever, unchanged in the slightest.
"You have worked hard!"
Before the Yamas, the Red-robed King Yama spoke calmly.
"It was my duty."
Luoshen replied softly, walking behind him. "The rest depends on you."
The Red-robed King Yama nodded. "Rest first. Next, it is time for our allies to make their move."
As he spoke, the three-way standoff changed once more. In the distance, auspicious clouds surged and rosy light shone across the heavens. One powerful figure after another descended from the sky, led by three whose profound auras drew every eye.
Ninth Son of Ink Sect, Shenji, and Moon Worshipper appeared. Behind them followed the many experts of the Moon Worshipper Clan, true essence surging as they gathered like clouds.
The forces of four sides appeared at once, facing one another from afar. For a time, the situation grew even more complicated.
"Ninth Son of Ink Sect!"
At both ends of the battlefield, the Demon Palace generals and the Heaven Mending Pavilion Master saw the arrivals, and their expressions darkened alike. Yet, constrained by the tense situation, neither side made