When Jiang Yang appeared above the battlefield like a Great Sun, endless golden radiance spilled across the land.
He emerged across the sky, his bell tolling through the ages.
Vast, sweeping imperial majesty, carrying the aura of noble Gods, enveloped all heaven and earth, as though the Overlord of this world had stepped into the Mortal Realm he ruled.
Both sides, locked in savage combat on the battlefield, stopped what they were doing in unison, their faces filled with shock as they looked at the figure standing high in the sky with a bell in hand.
Like a god, like a saint!
The people of the Demon Race froze for a moment, then erupted in earth-shaking cheers!
"It's His Majesty the Demon Emperor!"
"The supremely powerful Demon Emperor Taiyi is here! We're saved!"
"Now that Demon Emperor Taiyi has arrived, victory will be ours in the end!"
Meanwhile, the "people" of the Devil Ghost Race turned deathly pale. The Sun in the sky crushed the morale of every Devil. As their spirits sank, the strength in their hands immediately diminished.
Within the blockade of the five Devil lords, Vermilion Bird and Lord of the Clouds were likewise delighted.
They knew Taiyi's strength and knew they were no longer in danger of falling this time.
Although Vermilion Bird looked somewhat downcast and dejected, Vermilion Bird ultimately let out a piercing cry in celebration.
Lord of the Clouds reacted far more explosively. He roared with laughter, and the clouds and mist between heaven and earth instantly churned, like a great curtain drawing open.
On the ground, Tushan Yi stood amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his face flushed with excitement. He looked up and saw that godlike, imperial figure descending like the Sun, and relief washed through his heart.
Immediately