The battlefield erupted into chaos.
Mo Chun, an Immortal of the Military School, tore off two Great Demons' heads in midair, his figure soaring upward.
A Sword Cultivator of the Demon Race seized the moment and sent his long-nurtured bonded flying sword stabbing toward him.
But an invisible force stopped the flying sword.
Then, without warning, his head was severed and rolled to the ground.
Around Mo Chun, three formless, golden-armored divine generals emerged.
They moved without a sound or trace; even an Eighth Realm Great Demon's divine sense struggled to lock onto them.
Demon Sage Yingzhao brought forth four Dharma Seals, each engraved with a small golden character: god, baleful intent, ghost, and soul.
The Dharma Seals flew toward the three golden-armored divine generals and Mo Chun respectively.
These Dharma Seals specifically countered things such as possessing souls, adhering to the golden-armored divine generals.
They did not harm their bodies, only their souls.
They assailed yin with baleful yin energy, meeting violence with violence.
"I've heard that an Immortal of the Military School is himself an enormous formation battlefield. Why not let us see it?"
Yingzhao spoke with a soft chuckle.
Mo Chun remained expressionless. "Fine! Then today, I'll let you see it."
As he spoke, his figure flickered, producing eight doubles arranged in the configuration of the Four Symbols.
With him at its center, an enormous Ancient Ruins Battlefield appeared in the heart of the battlefield.
The Ancient Ruins Battlefield represented more than ninety divine abilities.
Each divine ability could form a grand array on its own.
They followed one another without end, their power boundless.
And now, these grand arrays had actually combined into a single grand array.
"Heh..."
Yingzhao watched the sight, feeling that terrifying power.
He was secretly alarmed. This formation was actually so complete,