The Devil Emperor's form resembled a dark-gold fortress compressed to its utmost limit.
Every block and counterattack carried a weight as though heaven and earth themselves were answering.
The Blood God Legion soldiers fighting the abyssal creatures occasionally looked up toward that battlefield, only to see two streaks of light colliding repeatedly above the ice fields, separating, then colliding again. Each collision sent a ring of shock waves spreading outward.
But Cao Dezhi knew clearly.
He needed reinforcements.
He pulled back during a gap between collisions and pressed the soul guidance communicator at his waist with his right hand.
The communicator switched to the Blood God Legion's command channel. He spoke, his voice steady but urgent.
"Zhang Huanyun."
A deep, clear reply came over the channel.
"Here."
"Contact Parliament, Shrek, and the Tang Sect."
Cao Dezhi spoke.
"Have them send reinforcements."
Zhang Huanyun paused for a moment before answering.
"Understood."
Cao Dezhi returned the communicator to his waist and raised the Ruthless Sword again.
His gaze settled on the dark-gold figure opposite him. In his cold, stern eyes surged a light that seemed to have been tempered over and over, a light that would never go out.
The Devil Emperor stood on the ice field, watching him quietly with dark-red eyes devoid of any emotion.
"You cannot stop me."
The Devil Emperor spoke in a deep, resonant voice, like a massive rock cast into the depths of the sea.
Cao Dezhi did not answer.
He held the Ruthless Sword upright before him, the cold gleam of its blade looking cool and resolute amid the dark-gold light.
Then he charged forward again.
When Cao Xin received the message, he was leafing through a book in the Sea God Pavilion's study.
Zhuo Shi pushed open the door, his face as grim