He raised his blade and questioned the moon; Heaven gave no reply. Ancient and modern alike shone beneath this single round mirror.
Clear, chill light spilled over Si Liang's body. Accustomed as he was to the dampness of Charnel Mountain, he still felt cold to the marrow.
True, in his ten-thousand-zhang Corpse Emperor form, bearing the Heavenly Baleful Soldier Overseer Formation, he had met Yellow-Faced Buddha's fist head-on and shown no immediate disadvantage. But Jing State's strategic objectives... had already been achieved.
God Lord Yaozhen was a supreme Yang God of boundless potential, innately inclined toward the Demon Race. Yet It had been born of this world and nurtured by the Divine Firmament, possessing a will of Its own. It had not yet recognized the Human Race's ferocity and could not truly make its choice. It ought to suffer a slight setback before wholly turning toward the allied armies of the heavens.
But the foe had come too fiercely, while God Lord Yaozhen's growth had been comparatively too slow—this mere "slight setback" had already shattered Its divinity, scattering It between heaven and earth.
Had any supreme powerhouse descended from the four races wielded this power, they would not have perished in such haste.
"The god can no longer be contested; the moon can no longer be seized."
With no other choice, Si Liang transmitted his voice: "The enemy's momentum is like a rainbow; to contend is futile. Withdraw for now, and plan for what comes next."
"What Evil Immortal Emperor Lord says is prudent and seasoned, without loss of clear wisdom. Yet—"
The voice of the ruler of Eternal Darkness Earth Cave rang within the hearts of the allied armies' supreme experts. "To me, Shu Duqiu, the heavens are still vast. But to the countless billions of my Demon Race...