"Third Regiment, charge with me!"
A Xiao Tribe expert who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen led a group of Xiao Tribe powerhouses straight into the heart of the Soul Clan army, slaughtering gods in their path and killing Buddhas in their way.
"Bang!"
After casually blasting apart a Five-Star Dou Sheng, this Eight-Star Dou Sheng of the Xiao Tribe spotted Hun Li's utterly despondent expression. His eyes immediately lit up. "A Seven-Star Dou Sheng. He seems to be one of the commanding powerhouses of the Soul Clan army. What a profit."
The Xiao Tribe youth lightly raised his hand, and a bolt of golden lightning furiously cleaved toward the panicked Hun Li as he tried to evade.
"Boom!"
The golden streak flashed past, and the figure vanished with it.
Seven-Star Dou Sheng Hun Li, dead!
"Tch, boring."
The Xiao Tribe grand sage named Xiao Jiu shook his head and once again led the Xiao Tribe experts deeper into the slaughter.
The three Nine-Star Dou Shengs in the Allied Forces camp stood in the void, silently watching the unstoppable battle before them. A war of this level did not yet require Nine-Star Dou Shengs to take the field.
"The overall situation has been decided. The Soul Clan is destined for extinction."
Nihility Devouring Flame pronounced coldly.
"Then all that remains is Ancestor's battle. Let's go over and watch."
Xiao Yan slowly raised his head and narrowed his eyes as he watched that earth-shaking battle for a moment. With a step, his body merged into the void and vanished.
"Buzz!"
Space trembled once more as Gu Yuan and Nihility Devouring Flame followed close behind.
High above the boundless void.
Two figures with terrifying auras faced each other from afar.
One was a blue-robed figure standing with his hands behind his