War of the World

"The Heavenly Dao has been lost, and you still do not understand? The Heavenly Demon Great Dao is the only correct path!"

Luo Hou's demonic shadow stood between heaven and earth in the West like a celestial canopy, with living beings who had already become demons filling the land beneath him.

They gathered around Luo Hou, singing and dancing in a frenzy so grotesque it was revolting.

"Disgusting! Pah! Disgusting! These things disgust me even more than the Asura!"

Qiangliang shouted with a look of utter revulsion. If he ever became like that, he would rather be killed.

"Heavenly demons, launch the attack! Conquer that land for me, and make the entire Primordial World the domain of my Devil Race!"

Luo Hou's demonic voice rang through every ear as he issued the command. In an instant, the earth of the West began to tremble, as though it had been struck by a one-hundred-and-eight-degree earthquake.

That booming sound was like the tolling of death's bell, ringing in everyone's ears.

As though a funeral knell for death itself had begun to sound.

A black mass of living beings surged from the western lands like a tidal wave, sweeping eastward.

"Everyone! The Tribulation has begun. War is unavoidable. This battle concerns the future of the Primordial World—do not cling to any illusions of luck!"

Ziwei transformed into a purple true sun—the Ziwei Emperor Star—shining between heaven and earth as he made a declaration that shook the universe.

For a time, the entire Human Race and Dragon Clan responded, their cries thunderous enough to deafen the ears.

"Let's move. It has been a long time since I last stretched my muscles!"

At Nanming Volcano, the feast came to an end. The foremost experts of the Primordial World rubbed their fists and flexed their palms,