Di Tian wanted only to fight Huo Yuhao to the death, but the rats before him had tied him down. Those twelve strange figures that refused to shatter, in particular, clung to him relentlessly, leaving him no way to escape. Thoroughly enraged, Di Tian thrashed his draconic body and plunged into a thunderous battle with them.
Elsewhere in the sky, on the other battlefield, Huo Yuhao calmly regarded the enormous Evil Emperor.
Although the Evil Emperor's body was only three hundred meters long, its ninety-nine tentacles each stretched over five hundred meters, with each one dozens of meters thick. Looking at this twisted existence that blotted out the sky, Huo Yuhao felt that even its ability to hover in midair defied all reason.
After he easily severed dozens of its massive tentacles, the Evil Emperor let out a piercing scream. Its terrifying sound waves spread outward, carrying mental chaos with them. Had Huo Yuhao not blocked them with his Psychic Power, a vast number of Soul Masters on the battlefield below would have been killed or wounded on the spot.
The Evil Emperor excelled at attacks against large groups.
Its size and attributes made it exceptionally easy for it to dominate a large-scale war.
Had the Evil Emperor been willing to intervene during the Sun Moon Empire's war of invasion, the Douluo Continent would have changed its name long ago.
Di Tian, by contrast, possessed unrivaled individual strength, without a single weakness.
Di Tian did not fear group battles, but he could not handle them as effortlessly as the Evil Emperor.
Without a doubt, each of the two Ferocious Beast rulers was better suited to the other's battlefield at that moment.
After roaring in fury, the Evil Emperor locked its mind onto Huo Yuhao.
It had ruled for many years,