From the continent where Xu Zimo stood came a rumbling roar beneath his feet.
The entire massive continent sank completely.
Xu Zimo sighed softly. The weightless sensation in his body vanished completely, and he walked through the air toward the cliff he had jumped from earlier.
Standing atop the cliff, he watched the continent behind him sink completely. Explosions boomed without end, while dust like a sandstorm drifted up from below.
Xu Zimo knew that from this moment onward, the Devil Race would turn over a new page.
The former Devil Master would also vanish completely.
He raised his head toward the place where the battle had taken place. It seemed Baimeng and the others' fight had already entered its final stage.
Xu Zimo discerned the direction and headed once more toward Changsong Mountain.
"You Devil Race lunatics, you truly don't care about your lives!" Xiang Tianhui's furious roar rang out.
Meanwhile, Xuanmingzi had long since been suppressed in place, unable to move.
Although the Devil Race disciples had suffered grievous losses, nearly everyone the Sacred Court had sent this time, aside from the two Great Saints, had perished.
Even that enormous Immortal Ship had been blasted into several pieces and lay scattered nearby.
The Devil Race members were resting atop Changsong Mountain. In the sky, only several Great Saints were still fighting.
After all, they could not intervene in a battle of this level.
Baimeng and the other three Great Saints were besieging Xiang Tianhui, the Sacred Court's sole remaining Great Saint.
His aura was visibly weakening. It would likely not be long before he too was suppressed.
At some unknown point, Si Zu had also joined the Devil Race army.
When he saw Xu Zimo descend from the heavens, the aura around him grew several degrees stronger,