The six Demon Kings all laughed mockingly, their boundless dark, evil aura shrouding heaven and earth!
The allied forces, suddenly reinforced, also watched the God King fighting to the death above them with worry in their eyes.
After adding another wound to one Demon King's enormous body, Jiang Yang was struck by him as well.
He hurtled back another thousand meters and stood in the air, facing the six Demon Kings from afar.
He and his twenty-seven radiant shadows stood firmly in the void, their golden eyes blazing.
The sole drawback of the Hymn of Glory was that any injuries sustained by the radiant shadows would be transferred to the original body.
In truth, his advantage had long since vanished once he began fighting the six Demon Kings. Even with his extraordinary combat instincts, he could not avoid being wounded repeatedly in battle.
Twenty-seven shadows, plus himself, meant twenty-eight times the damage.
Vivid golden God Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and drifted through the air, carried far away by the north wind to some unknown place.
The left side of Jiang Yang's chest had partly caved in, his golden hair had long since lost its original luster, and his armor was shattered.
His injuries were so severe that he looked both bedraggled and tragically heroic.
In this battle in which he gave everything he had, Jiang Yang finally understood his limits. He might be defeated, but he would never concede.
He still maintained his undefeated aura, the blazing presence of one invincible throughout his life shining across the cosmos.
Hearing the Demon Kings' mocking laughter, Jiang Yang showed not a trace of panic on his calm face.
He even grinned and laughed, his impassioned laughter ringing through heaven and earth.
"What joy is there in life, and