Meanwhile.
In the Celestial Realm, at the Southern Heavenly Gate.
Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi rode together on the Golden Dragon Jade Throne, standing shoulder to shoulder outside the gate.
Both wore golden armor, their bearing imposing and majestic. An air of grim slaughter hung about them.
To their west, Changxi, Kunpeng, and the other mighty masters of Divine Abilities stood together below them.
Farther down stood Bai Ze, Ji Meng, and the rest of the Ten Great Demon Saints.
Last came the many Demon Gods and Demon Marshals, along with countless soldiers of the Demon Race.
After exchanging a glance with Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Di Jun stepped forward.
With a sweep of both hands, he summoned the supreme-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the River Chart and Luo Writing.
Through the treasure's power, a chart of the Celestial Cycle Stars appeared, blazing with boundless starlight.
"Warriors of the Demon Race, you already know what happened a few days ago!"
"The princes of our Demon Race were murdered by those villains of the Witch Clan!"
"The dignity of our Demon Race was trampled beneath the Witch Clan's feet!"
"Our brothers and kin were slaughtered by the Witch Clan!"
"What should we do?"
"Fight!"
"How shall we fight?"
"For Your Majesty, we will fight to the death!"
Before the Southern Heavenly Gate.
The soldiers of the Heavenly Court gazed at Di Jun standing above the eastern chariot shaft, their expressions feverish with zeal.
At the sight, unmistakable emotion flickered in Di Jun's eyes.
He turned to look at his younger brother, Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
As it happened, Eastern Emperor Taiyi was looking right at him.
Smiles appeared on both their faces at that moment.
"I shall fight alongside you all, to the bitter end!"
Mount Buzhou.
Under the eyes of the many