The great battle erupted anew, with sudden changes.
Master Lu stepped forward alone, and the scene suddenly froze in a stalemate.
Even with a vast army of devils gathered in opposition and the Nine Great Demon Lords entrenched overhead, he showed no fear, standing calmly between the two armies.
Though he appeared to stand alone, he was like a ten-thousand-zhang abyss that inspired dread at a glance. Even Jiang Yuan, whom he shielded behind him, felt his eyes grow hot and bowed in gratitude.
"Many thanks to Master Lu for your aid."
"My cultivation is limited. I could only contribute this meager strength to test the depths of these devils, yet I nearly made a laughingstock of myself before the Devil Race. Even as the inferior horse, I was somewhat unable to bear the burden. Truly shameful."
Jiang Yuan was now covered in bloodstains, yet being able to win a bloody battle by a narrow margin was enough to make him proud. His actions had not disgraced the name of the ancient sages. Even after achieving this much, he remained exceedingly humble before Master Lu.
Master Lu was likewise filled with admiration for this senior's bearing and clasped his hands in salute.
"Elder Jiang, you overpraise me."
"You knew full well how powerful the Devil Race was, yet you still went forth forcefully and fought a bloody battle with all your strength until now, giving everything for our human race. You are truly a model for our generation."
"Please withdraw and recuperate. Leave everything that remains to us."
As the two paid their respects to one another, cherishing a kindred spirit.
The spirit of Yunxing's ancient seniors passed to Master Lu and the other contemporary experts as they brushed past each other. Silently, the era had already completed its handover.