Kill!
The battle cries shook the heavens as energy swept forth, as though it could overturn the Divine Spirit Ancient Realm entirely.
As the final stronghold of Hell and the Human World, those who stubbornly remained were the most hardened of diehards. Though they knew the tide had turned, they still launched frenzied counterattacks.
They sought only to drag a few Merak cultivators down with them before they died.
"Roar, roar, roar..."
Nine Primordial Ferocious Flood Dragons at the perfected Immortal II realm gleamed with scales. Mysterious Dao patterns crawled over their dull gray hides, their stench reaching the heavens. They truly deserved their title as young lords of royal blood.
They pulled a golden ancient war chariot that rumbled over the battlefield, crushing through formations and leaving blood everywhere.
As the commander-in-chief of the Merak army, Merak Holy Son Ye Fan had long since stepped down from the Chaotic Ancient Chariot and was locked in battle with three Hell Assassin Kings.
Assassin Kings were Immortal III Kings who had entered the Dao through killing, capable of slaying even God Kings.
Ye Fan's black hair was lustrous and crystalline, every strand standing erect. His forehead was full, his bearing heroic. Every punch he threw caused the Void in all directions to quake madly, containing a terrifying power that could turn decay into wonder. He possessed the bearing of an ancient Sacred Emperor.
With a single punch, he blew apart two Assassin Kings, scattering their flesh and blood.
The remaining Hell Assassin King had bloodshot eyes. Seizing the precious opportunity his companions had bought for him, he drove the black demonic blade in his hand toward Ye Fan's seemingly fragile neck.
Clang! The sound of metal striking metal rang out as sparks flew everywhere.
The Life-Bound Dao Weapon that this terrifying