"Crack."
That head, that former Immortal Emperor named Shuijing, that ancient dead man who had just broken free of the seal...
This time, he was truly gone. At least, for the moment, he had vanished completely.
The cultivators of Floating Net Heaven stared blankly at the scene. A few breaths later, someone let out the first roar, and then everyone began roaring.
"Kill!!!"
It was like floodwaters held back for far too long finally bursting through a dam.
"Kill!!!"
"Kill!!!"
The cultivators of Floating Net Heaven, who had been on the verge of collapse just moments ago, now gripped their magic artifacts so tightly that veins bulged on their hands. With reddened eyes, they charged toward the remaining members of the Other Race.
Bai He knelt on one knee in the void, panting heavily. He knew that, at this moment... that spear-wielding figure had been etched into the minds of every cultivator present, never to be erased.
His decision to decisively choose a side at the Gathering of Immortals had truly been the best decision of his life.
The Demon Realm's army also received a tremendous boost in morale, though they were not nearly as out of control as the cultivators of Floating Net Heaven. Their military discipline held firm, and they merely quickened their extermination of the enemy.
Si Chen stood in the void, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield. The cultivators of Floating Net Heaven and the soldiers of the Demon Realm were all brimming with morale. Unfortunately, their efficiency was too low.
After being defeated, the remaining members of the Other Race would re-form, forcing the cultivators to kill the same enemies over and over.
Though they remained fearless and refused to retreat, some were already exhausted, while others had been wounded.
They needed a more efficient