On the distant battlefield, the Flame Demon Commander was the first to expose an opening, and a punch from Mo Xin's Great Netherworld Dharma Body sent him flying thousands of feet.
The Flame Demon Commander spat out a mouthful of black blood. His eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Mo Xin. Then, seeing the forces of the Outer Realm Evil Clan beginning to falter, he threw back his head and roared, "Shi Tianyou, are you still not going to act?!"
His roar rolled through heaven and earth like thunder. For a moment, even the raging battlefield fell silent.
"Heh, Yan Lu, to think a Flame Demon Commander like you would be so useless, driven into such a sorry state by a brat from the Great Thousand World." Just as the Flame Demon Commander's voice faded, a somewhat grating laugh suddenly rang out across the sky.
Countless gazes snapped toward its source. Above the altar, a dark figure had appeared in midair at some unknown point. He looked down upon the battlefield with mockery written across his face.
Xuan Luo, who was locked in fierce combat with a powerful fighter from the Demon Blade Clan, narrowed his eyes when he saw that figure exuding deathly energy. He sensed an extremely dangerous aura emanating from him.
"Enough of your ghostly tricks! Get off that altar!"
Mo Xin's icy gaze also locked onto the figure exuding deathly energy. With a cold snort, his Great Netherworld Dharma Body stepped through the void and appeared before the dark figure. Its enormous palm carried destructive power as it slammed down viciously toward Shi Tianyou.
Shi Tianyou stood in midair with his arms folded across his chest. His deathly eyes watched the Great Netherworld Dharma Body before him with derision. Facing that incomparably ferocious attack,