"Xiaoyu was right."
Lu Xueqi also slowly rose from the ruins.
She clutched the Tianya Divine Sword, its blade glowing faintly.
"We absolutely cannot give up now."
"We must fight those demons and monsters to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
Everyone present roared in unison.
Fighting spirit burned in their eyes.
There was no way back.
They could only risk everything in one desperate fight.
Even if they died, they would die charging forward.
"Hahahaha!"
Looking down at the people still resisting like ants, the Ghost King let out a scornful laugh.
"How touching."
"Too bad that in the face of absolute power, all struggles are futile."
"Now, be good and become the perfect sacrifices for my great work of purification!"
The moment his words fell, he hesitated no longer.
He poured the last drop of his blood essence into the evil altar without holding anything back.
"Come!"
He let out another fevered roar at the blood-red vortex.
"Descend!"
"My great Asura!"
At his words, the blood-red vortex spun even faster.
Then, before the horrified eyes of the crowd,
a gigantic figure, a hundred zhang tall, with a hundred heads and a thousand hands, its entire body pitch-black, slowly descended from the vortex.
It radiated a terrifying pressure powerful enough to drain the world of its color.
Indifference filled its eyes.
It was as if, in its eyes, everything in the world was no different from an ant.
It was Asura.
The being of legend who lived to destroy and kill.
At last, its true form had fully descended into this world.
Asura hovered silently above the Wilderness Sacred Hall, its hundred heads and thousand hands wreathed in a terrifying aura that made the world tremble.
Its arrival robbed the blood-red setting sun of its brilliance.
Every flame on