Battle Begins

Mo Chen and Rody stood facing each other, the tension between them like a bowstring drawn to its utmost limit, liable to snap at any moment.

Their confrontation not only drew the attention of countless beings on both sides of the Immortal-Netherworld border, but also aroused the close watch of the upper echelons across both realms.

On the Netherworld's side, a vast army stood in strict formation, every soldier's face grave.

On the Immortal Realm's side, the hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals were equally solemn, gripping their weapons tightly as they watched below with vigilance.

Because everyone understood.

The clash between these two powerful experts could very well become the spark that ignited the great war between the Immortal Realm and the Netherworld.

At this moment.

Mo Chen stood in midair, clad in a snow-white robe. His wide sleeves danced in the wind, his garments fluttering gracefully.

Immortal power surged and roiled around him, endlessly rippling outward with extraordinary might.

Even the surrounding space seemed affected by his overwhelming aura. Strands of immortal light spilled forth and shrouded him, making others dare not look at him directly.

Rody stood opposite Mo Chen.

Twelve dark wings spread open behind him, fluttering slightly. Each beat stirred up a black storm.

Miserable wails of ghosts and howls of wolves mingled within those storms, like curses rising from the abyss of hell.

"So that's what this is? This ant actually broke through to the Half-Step Immortal Emperor Realm!"

Rody stared coldly at Mo Chen, undisguised contempt flickering in his eyes.

"But so what? Do you know that I stepped into the Demigod Realm long ago and am only one step away from the true God Realm? In my eyes, you are still nothing more than a pitiful ant!"

Rody crossed his arms, his