The starry skies of Purple Firmament Heaven had become a slaughterhouse.
The Other Race beings sealed away for countless ages had descended bearing despair, only to become the hunted.
Si Chen walked through the center of the battlefield, but he did not unleash some divine ability to sweep it clean as everyone had expected.
He merely strolled through the fighting as though wandering a quiet courtyard. Occasionally, he raised a finger, and several streaks of Firefly cleared a path.
Now and then, he waved a hand to save a Purple Firmament Heaven cultivator on the brink of death. He fought as he walked, as though clearing troublesome weeds from the roadside.
His presence was even less conspicuous than that of Feng Qing and Zhu Yao, who worked in perfect harmony elsewhere.
Every time solar true flame and phoenix flame crossed, great swaths of black mist evaporated.
The two demon sovereigns did not even need to speak. A single glance told each where the other intended to charge.
By contrast, the group from the Eastern Region looked rather battered.
Xie Changsheng, Song Chi, and Zhou Yan were all wounded. As for Black Mountain and Red Wind, the two mighty physical fighters, they looked far worse.
Luo Hongyi and Murong Li favored ranged attacks and suppression, so they were faring somewhat better, but the sweat beading on their foreheads showed that their battles were far from easy.
Si Chen took it all in, yet showed no intention of intervening.
Each of them had encountered their own opportunities, and at heart, they were all proud souls with lofty ambitions. Si Chen understood that and naturally gave them ample room to temper themselves.
As long as their lives were not in danger, he left the remaining battles entirely to them.
With Zhu Yao