The Demon God Battlefield where Jiang Yun stood was still locked in brutal combat.
Apart from the trial participants, experts from the Divine Kingdom, Demon Kingdom, and Spirit Kingdom kept pouring in.
Only the Nine Heavens Kingdom was nowhere to be seen. No one knew where its people had gone.
Blood sprayed across every corner of the battlefield. A red rain fell from the sky like a waterfall, staining the ancient land crimson, patch after patch. Mountains of corpses and seas of blood—Hell itself could look no worse.
Boom!
In the distance, a roar rang out as though heaven and earth were overturning. High in the sky, the Divine Form of a blue Qilin flickered into view. It trampled through the Ninth Heaven, shattered the vault of heaven, and dragged a swath of Chaos Qi behind it, shaking the battlefield to its foundations.
"Ding~ ling~ dong~"
Purple divine lightning tore across the sky, interwoven with layer upon layer of musical notes. A battle hymn spread in every direction as lightning took shape and an immortal melody guided it, harvesting each approaching enemy.
Rumble.
The next moment, stretches of earth suddenly caved in. Mountains swayed like little boats on the waves, liable to capsize at any moment.
A black-and-gold seal seemed capable of crushing mountains and rivers beneath it. It bore down on a stretch of the Demon God Battlefield, pulverizing three Half-Saints of the Divine Kingdom in succession. Dragon qi surged around it, unmatched in its domineering force, and shook the land in every direction.
His Dao companions were scattered across the battlefield, seemingly unstoppable. Jiang Yun no longer needed to worry about them, so he settled down to examine the Primordial Spirit memories of the Demon Kingdom Saint.
The Human Race cultivators who had come here were all elites.