Not only the Human Race and Witch-Human Race, but all the major powers of the Primordial World had turned their attention to the Plains of Zhuolu!
The Dragon Race, Phoenix Race, Heavenly Court, Interception Sect, Sect of Elucidation, Western Sect, Demon Race, and even ancient mighty beings who had long withdrawn from the world were secretly watching the final battle for the title of Human Emperor.
The day of the decisive battle finally arrived.
The Plains of Zhuolu lay on the Southern Jambu Continent, stretching hundreds of thousands of li from north to south. Flat and open, with neither mountains to obstruct the way nor rivers to divide the land, they were the ideal ground for the final battle.
On the eve of battle, the two armies had already established their camps at the northern and southern ends of the plains.
Xuanyuan's forces occupied the northeastern end. Their tents stretched for thousands of li, banners blotted out the sun, and drums thundered through the sky.
The Jiuli Army under Chiyou occupied the southern end. Baleful battle energy soared into the heavens, and the war songs of the Witch Race rang out day and night.
When war erupted, Xuanyuan and Chiyou exchanged no threats face-to-face. They did not even meet.
The sun hung high as gongs and drums resounded!
The two armies slammed into each other at the center of the Plains of Zhuolu like two torrents of steel. Battle cries shook heaven and earth, while spirit light mingled with bloody radiance in a scene of sheer carnage.
Xuanyuan deployed his troops, sending each contingent into battle in turn. His battle formations shifted as smoothly as flowing water.
Chiyou led the Jiuli Battle Corps in a frontal assault. Empowered by the baleful battle energy of the Witch Race, the Jiuli warriors