Dense mist shrouded the sky above Battlefield Canyon. The farther down one went, the thinner the mist became.
Amid the thin mist, a War Poetry Immortal Crane carried Fang Yun swiftly through the air.
At the end of the canyon appeared an enormous plaza spanning over a hundred li. Not a trace of mist hung above it. The ground consisted of smooth, gray-white stone slabs, with no other structures in sight. Empty and simple as it was, it conveyed a sense of grandeur.
The instant he saw the Three Valleys Battlefield, Fang Yun let out a soft breath of relief and looked back.
An enormous, dazzling mass of light flared in the distance, then exploded with a thunderous roar, with the might to bury heaven and earth and the force to annihilate an entire world.
Before long, the light faded.
The three powerful Demon Kings of the Ancestral God Clan lay on the ground, demon blood streaming from their bodies. Demon King Hu Lan's left foreleg had been severed. Demon Kings could normally regenerate severed limbs swiftly, but this wound had been inflicted by vast righteous qi. Even a Great Demon King would struggle to heal it in a short time.
Of all the humans who had entered the Three Valleys Ancient Land, only Fang Yun remained.
The hatred in Fang Yun's eyes did not diminish, but he grew even more wary. Demon Kings and Grand Academicians were clearly of equivalent rank, yet not one of these three Demon Kings of the Ancestral God Clan had died. That alone showed how powerful they were.
Fang Yun clenched both fists, engraving the appearances of those three Demon Kings firmly in his memory.
Behind the three Demon Kings, the figures of the remaining demon barbarians faintly appeared.
Noticing that his War Poetry