That battle went on for a long time.
So long that Chen Xu could no longer tell whether he was dreaming or awake, so long that his body stopped hurting and only numbness remained.
When the last wisp of imperial aura dissipated into the Void, the battle finally ended.
The Void was littered with broken bodies, Immortal Lords and Immortal Emperors mingled together, indistinguishable from one another.
Chen Xu lay amid the ruins, his eyes half-closed. More breath went in than came out, and he seemed liable to perish at any moment.
Gu Hong lay on his back nearby, blood frothing ceaselessly from his mouth. Yet he was still cursing, his voice slurred. "Fuck... fuck your mother..."
Of the thirty-odd Immortal Lords, only twelve still showed signs of life, and every one of them was grievously wounded.
Shen Ming was the only one still standing.
But he was hardly in better shape. Emerald light kept radiating from his body as the Yi Wood Eternal Spring Art repaired his injuries, to little effect.
His gaze remained vigilant. Having spent his whole life playing it safe, he could afford even less carelessness at a time like this.
Because he could feel something churning inside the bodies of the dead.
Those Other Race beings.
The Immortal Emperors had sealed them inside their own bodies. Now that the Immortal Emperors were dead and those things had lost their vessels, what would happen?
"Cough... cough, cough..."
A cough came from the ruins.
Shen Ming's gaze snapped toward it.
Feng Hai.
He was still alive.
The white-haired, white-bearded old man leaned against the base of a throne, the black aura around him thicker than ever. His left leg was gone below the knee, and Gu Hong's Heavenly Saint Sword was still lodged in his chest, yet