The Curtain Falls and the Spoils

The battlefield on the outskirts of Heavenly Star City.

Mo Ju Luo, leader of the Devil Race, and Old Ghost Che of the Netherworld Underworld had joined forces against Divine Lord Purple Chen, who wore the Violet Gold Saint Armor.

Mo Ju Luo and Divine Lord Purple Chen could be considered old adversaries from the Heaven Spine Mountains. After fighting continuously for several days, Divine Lord Purple Chen had faced two opponents alone without falling into a disadvantage. The battle had remained more or less evenly matched.

However, just as the spell battle was reaching its most exhilarating point—

Mo Ju Luo seemed to have received news from the front lines, and his expression abruptly changed drastically!

"How is this possible?"

"That guy Tuluo actually fell."

After blocking one of Divine Lord Purple Chen's Spells and Divine Abilities, he glanced at Old Freak Che not far away.

After receiving the message, Old Freak Che was equally stunned. This meant that their retreat had been completely cut off, and they no longer had any possibility of returning to the Netherworld Underworld.

Even with the two men's deep composure, they could not digest such an outcome in so short a time.

Both revealed expressions of shock and fury.

Old Freak Che in particular had already suffered a complete mental collapse, as though he had foreseen his own fate.

Divine Lord Purple Chen narrowed his eyes. Naturally, he noticed the abnormalities in the two of them. When masters clashed, the slightest opening could decide victory or defeat.

Seizing the moment of their distraction, he unleashed a Great Divine Ability.

The sword-shaped mark between his brows lit up, transforming into a tiny violet sword barely an inch long that flew out, radiating the power of stars.

In an instant, it split into countless drifting,