Battle of the Dou Di

"Alliance leader."

"Chen Mo."

"Bastard!"

Gu Yuan stared at the scene with his eyes nearly splitting apart. He watched his son-in-law explode right beside him, purple blood even splashing across his face. Feeling Chen Mo's life force slowly fading away, Gu Yuan's face twisted in agony.

Zhu Kun had gone mad as well.

Before the battle, Zi Yan had told him to protect Chen Mo properly.

Now that Chen Mo was dead, how was he supposed to explain this to his daughter?

"Ha ha ha ha."

Watching countless Allied Forces experts burst into bloody mist, Hun Tiandi threw back his head and laughed.

But the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

The exploded Chen Mo was suddenly enveloped by a mass of black-blue flames. Beneath the flames, a Taiji pattern appeared, and golden lotus petals actually sprouted along its edges.

The black mist in the sky was also burned apart by the boundless black-blue flames.

Flames surged across the heavens. The Taiji pattern vanished, and in the end, it transformed into two figures entirely shrouded in fire.

And those two figures looked exactly alike.

The only difference was that one wore white robes, while the other wore black-blue robes.

"Alliance leader."

"The Alliance leader isn't dead!"

"There are actually two Alliance Leaders!"

"That's the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame! The Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame has emerged from seclusion! We're saved!"

The sudden flames left everyone stunned. When their gazes fixed upon the two figures, their shock quickly turned into cheers and fervent excitement.

Gu Yuan was stunned at first, then secretly sighed in relief. He had finally held on until he emerged from seclusion.

Zhu Kun grinned like a blooming chrysanthemum.

It was good that he was alive. Good that he was alive.

"Chen Mo? A Dou Di?"

Standing