Looking down from above, the ancient capital of Luoyang stretched beyond sight, blood-red skies overhead and battle intent soaring into the heavens.
A thin blood mist shrouded all of Luoyang, while a savage Blood Sea enveloped its eastern gate, like an immense crimson vortex crazily devouring and grinding life after life to pieces...
The Wei-Wu Allied Army, fighting with its back to the river, had gone utterly mad; the Great Huan Celestial Dynasty, whose sovereign was surrounded, had gone utterly mad as well.
People were ants, and lives were blades of grass!
The war drums had become hoarse groans, and blood had become a surging flood across the land.
The setting sun was like blood, and the once cloudless sky had turned crimson.
Countless departed souls wailed in Luoyang, countless corpses wept upon the earth, and the roars of the living hoarsely called for Destiny's favor!
At that moment, Xiao Ying, protected by "Great Huan Celestial Lord," stood on the brink of death. His "Great Huan Heaven-Earth," which had originally expanded for several li, had been compressed to barely a dozen meters and could be ground away or crushed apart at any moment!
Nearly two hundred Descended Immortal Gods of the Wei-Wu Allied Army frantically kept the formation running, unleashing their magical power regardless of the cost.
However, Xiao Ying's true threat, and the main force behind the Blood Sea, was actually the iron-and-blood formation formed by the Wei-Wu Allied Army, not these Immortal Gods!
"Great Huan Celestial Lord! Given your unprecedented contributions to the Pangu World, I do not wish to make an enemy of you, much less see you fall at our hands!"
Seeing that Xiao Ying was about to lose his footing, Cao Cao frowned in thought for a moment, then suddenly channeled his energy and called