The void toward Cangwu had become an Asura Battlefield.
Demon blood drifted through the void, gathering into dark red rivers that wound through weightless space.
Severed limbs floated among the rivers of blood-fragments of Dragon Race scales, burning Phoenix Race feathers, and the remains of demon beasts whose names no one knew.
They drifted silently, like a graveyard slowly falling apart.
Millions of demons were repainting this starfield with their flesh and blood.
"Kill!!"
Countless demons assumed their true forms, and the armies of both camps roared as they charged at each other.
The moment the two sides collided, screams and battle cries rang through the starfield.
Someone at Ao Tong's level, in the Ancestral Demon Realm, would have been an overlord elsewhere. Here, he would have been nothing more than cannon fodder charging into battle.
Had he been there, he would probably have been swept forward by that torrent, only to die in some unknown corner.
This was war.
Those who had cultivated to such heights were all protagonists in their own stories. Here, however, there were only the living and the dead.
Far away, the battles between Demon Kings and Demon Emperors raged until heaven and earth seemed swallowed by darkness, every strike carrying the power to destroy the world.
One Demon King seized a floating meteor in his claw and hurled it at his opponent. One Demon Emperor unleashed a divine ability, summoning a sea of blood in the void that devoured hundreds upon thousands of enemies.
Every collision sent blood flying. Every scream marked the end of a life.
But those who would truly decide the course of this war were the Emperor Realm combatants.
In the void, the Golden Crow and the phoenix were still locked in combat with three colossal dragons.
Five Emperor