Across a million miles of the Ancient Wilderness Frontier, the flames of war scorched the heavens. The thunder of gods and demons colliding never ceased, and the entire battle remained locked in an absolute stalemate, evenly matched, with neither side able to overwhelm the other in the slightest.
High in the void, Yuanjin Jincang stood suspended in the air, the pitch-black demonic energy surging around him no longer steady or restrained.
After three days and nights of bitter fighting without a solution, this veteran Seven-Star Fiend, who presided over the Demon City of Reception and had dominated the Ancient Wilderness Frontier for a million years, had lost every trace of his ocean-deep composure. His aura had become utterly savage, frenzied, and terrifying.
Ever since his birth in Hell and his ascent to the rank of Seven-Star Fiend, he had roamed the frontier through ancient ages, fought countless battles, and slaughtered innumerable foes. Never had he faced such a stifling battle, much less suffered such unbearable humiliation.
Throughout the Ancient Wilderness Frontier, among the countless races of the Demon Domain and cultivators of the myriad heavens, not one dared confront him head-on. All trembled at his name and retreated before his might.
Yet today!
A cultivator whose cultivation had reached only the Human Race's Lowgod level had pinned him down through nothing more than an incomparably strange Four Extremes formation and four Human Dao Divine Weapons of unparalleled might.
For three days and nights, he had neither retreated a step nor suffered the slightest defeat. With his meager cultivation, he had confronted this overlord of Hell's highest ranks, tying down all his fighting strength.
This inescapable stalemate was not an equal contest between evenly matched opponents. It was the ultimate trampling of his million-year reputation and his path as a Seven-Star