Toward his friends, Shen Yun was amiable and approachable, as gentle as a spring breeze, without the slightest trace of arrogance.
Toward his enemies, he was an unparalleled overlord, unyielding and uncompromising, with only one word in mind: kill.
For a moment, Ancestral Dragon, Qilin Emperor, and Sword Saint Xuanxiao were all infected by this soaring battle intent. The auras around them climbed steadily, piercing straight into the clouds.
Even the newly joined Meng Die seemed to have found her backbone. With a wave of her sleeve, she brought out a seven-colored ancient zither. Immortal music flowed from it as she swore to advance and retreat alongside the others.
Armies are easy to find; a great general is hard to come by!
With Shen Yun presiding over the situation, everyone was free of worry. Their strength fused into one, firmly suppressing the Underworld faction.
"How could this happen..."
The five Ancestor Gods were numb—completely and utterly numb.
They had thought that by launching this forceful assault, they could slaughter this group of old foes and vent the pent-up hatred in their chests.
Who could have expected the winds and clouds to shift so suddenly? Shen Yun had once again stepped forward to prop up a collapsing building, and now he even intended to wipe them all out in one fell swoop. His methods were simply heaven-defying, enough to make one gnash one's teeth in outrage.
Even the Devil Ancestor now wore a deeply furrowed brow, feeling unprecedented pressure.
Although he had refined the origins of two Immortal Kings and recovered greatly from his injuries, he believed his battle prowess was no weaker than Shen Yun's. Unfortunately, all five Ancestor Gods were wounded. Against peerless Immortal Kings like Ancestral Dragon and Sword Saint Xuanxiao, their defeat and death were only a