Deep in the Eighth Divine General's eyes flashed a vicious malice, like that of an evil ghost.
"You... just wait!"
He forced the words through clenched teeth, his voice low and hoarse.
"This isn't over! It's not over yet!"
"You ants of the Human Realm will pay for what you've done!"
"I'll repay today's humiliation a hundredfold, a thousandfold, ten thousandfold!"
His gaze passed through the light screen displaying the Heaven's Pride Rankings, as though piercing the layers of barriers around the Eternal Battlefield to see the bloody killing ground within.
In his heart, he cursed and hoped with equal frenzy.
Mo Yuan was dead, but Firmament remained!
The other Holy Sons of the Celestial Court remained!
Di Cang remained!
And then there was His Highness...
The Celestial Court could not lose!
It absolutely could not lose!
Kill!
Kill every last one of them!
I'll turn the entire Human Realm into a wasteland of slaughter, with blood flowing in rivers!
While the winds shifted on the viewing platform and the Eighth Divine General nearly ground his teeth to pieces...
Inside the Eternal Battlefield, the ambush that would go down in history had reached its end.
All five thousand prodigies of the Celestial Court had been wiped out!
Not one escaped!
It was not that they had not wanted to flee. They simply could not!
While Han Feiyu had been speaking with Mo Yuan, the more than eighty prodigies of the Human Realm had already spread a Heavenly Net across every side of the blood-red plain!
The moment all five thousand troops Mo Yuan had brought stepped into the ambush, the signal to close the net had gone out.
When Xiao Yan had shouted, "You're surrounded by more than eighty of us," it had been neither arrogance nor mockery. It