Ceasefire

"I'm saying! Isn't it a little awkward to just sit here like this?"

"Yeah! I think so too! Even if you're going to slack off, this is no way to do it!"

"But these people have learned their lesson and won't take the bait!"

"Isn't it because you were too Zhang Yang? Why were you killing so enthusiastically?"

"How dare you say that to me? Your oily film is almost spreading to my side! What happened to our promise to keep a low profile?"

"I've been low-key enough; I've only used less than a tenth of my potential!"

Xingtian Good Corpse suddenly fell silent.

To others, the current state of Xingtian Good Corpse was like a staring contest between two masters.

Both sides are likely accumulating strength and momentum, waiting to reach the top level before making their move.

As a result, more and more of the Supreme Powerhouse who were engaged in battle were separated by a single blow, and they quickly retreated, focusing their attention on Xingtian Good Corpse.

As time went on, this situation did not improve; on the contrary, it tended to worsen.

Even the Three-Legged Golden Crow and Peng Tianlin, who were in charge, focused their attention here.

What no one knew was how miserable Xingtian Good Corpse, whom they regarded as the main characters, were at this moment.

"What's going on? Why did they stop fighting? What's the meaning of them all staring at us?"

"Uh! I have a bad feeling. They might think we're confronting each other, right?"

"How could that be? It just looks like it; it's a coincidence. Who would stand still for that long without making a move!"

While the two were talking privately, the entire battlefield became incredibly quiet.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the battle between Xingtian and the other two.

The two of them finally realized that something was wrong, but they dared not show it.

The only option is to remain unchanged and wait for the right moment to act.

"What to do?"

"What else can we do? Fight!"

Suddenly, Xingtian's large mouth on his abdomen opened wide, and a furious roar instantly echoed across the battlefield.

Xingtian's figure became somewhat blurry with this roar, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the Good Corpse.

"Bump!"

There were no fancy moves; the two fists collided solidly.

The powerful recoil forced many of the Supreme Powerhouse to retreat, demonstrating that the two were indeed quite formidable.

At the same time, the two finally reached a consensus deep in their consciousness.

As Xingtian retreated using the recoil, his body suddenly trembled, and four flaming battle blades instantly appeared in his palms.

However, unlike before, the flames on the Flame Blade became incredibly active.

After constructing the Flame Blade, it actually spread towards Xingtian's body, quickly forming layer upon layer of flame shields around Xingtian.

Xingtian's body continued to grow taller, and at this moment, Xingtian was like a fire god descending to earth.

It was the Phoenix True Body, exclusively belonging to Xingtian.

The Good Corpse also followed suit.

He was enveloped in a pool of iridescent fluid, forming a sphere.

As Xingtian slowly grew larger, the sphere, not to be outdone, also began to grow larger.

By the time Xingtian stopped growing, the size of that sphere was comparable to that of a typical star.

Xingtian, now in his Phoenix True Body, raised his four battle blades and slashed down at the distant sphere.

The four flames, forming a blade of energy, spread for billions of miles before striking the sphere with unparalleled precision.

"Snap! Snap!"

A crisp sound resounded throughout the universe.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the sphere shattered into pieces.

A gigantic figure enveloped in multicolored divine light then appeared.

A few embers still lingered on its black body, but they could not cause it any harm.

Reflected by the cosmic light, the pitch-black body flashed with glints of cold light.

"Gundam?"

Looking at the massive mech holding a shield in its left hand and a sword in its right, Xingtian subconsciously asked the Good Corpse.

"Haha, not bad, right!"

The Good Corpse responded to Xingtian as it flew forward.

The enormous sword seemed poised to cleave Xingtian in two, forcing him to raise his blade in defense.

"Bump!"

To Xingtian's surprise, the once indestructible Flame Blade was destroyed twice by the attack of the Good Corpse.

The remaining two weapons managed to block the attack, but the flames on them flickered, clearly indicating that they were about to suffer the same fate as the previous two.

Seeing this, Xingtian quickly retreated, shouting behind him, "Stop watching! Attack together!"

Seeing Xingtian suffer a loss at the hands of the Good Corpse, the many Supreme Powerhouse Demon Race naturally could not stand idly by.

One by one, they leaped forward, ready to overwhelm the few with numbers.

Faced with the overwhelming Supreme Powerhouse of numerous Demon Race Demon Race, the Good Corpse, transformed into a giant, remained completely unfazed.

He slammed his shield down, and a huge, multicolored shield instantly appeared around him.

This rendered the attacks of many of the Supreme Powerhouse Demon Race a joke.

How is that possible?

"Let's attack together! No matter how strong he is, he's not the Great Sage! With so many of us, we can't possibly defeat him alone?"

Subsequently, more and more Supreme Powerhouse Demon Race joined the attack.

However, one thing puzzled them greatly: the Supreme Powerhouse Human Clan, seeing the Good Corpse being besieged, all stood by and watched?

At this moment, one of the Supreme Powerhouse Demon Race seemed to realize something and hurriedly shouted, "Not good! Retreat!"

This Supreme Powerhouse Demon Race was thinking of the astonishing battle record of the Good Corpse, which was one to thirty-one, sixty thousand years ago.

Even after so much time has passed, the scene from back then is still vivid in my mind.

Although many of the Supreme Powerhouse Demon Race who joined the attack had not participated in the original battle, they still instinctively turned and left upon hearing the words "retreat quickly."

The Good Corpse, encased in the multicolored shield, revealed a smile.

"Trying to leave? Too late!"

The familiar feeling returned, and as the figure of the Good Corpse flickered, he reaped one after another the Supreme Powerhouse lives.

At this moment, the Good Corpse seemed to have become like the Grim Reaper.

This forced many of the Supreme Powerhouse Demon Race to hesitate to take a step forward.

At the same time, the Great Sage above the void entered the dimensional space one after another.

The surrounding space also became extremely unstable.

Various spatial rifts are emerging one after another, and have even begun to spread to the battlefield.

Even the Good Corpse, which wanted to continue expanding its gains, had to stop attacking after being affected and reabsorb the surrounding oil film into its body.

"Is this the Great Sage's power?"

Xingtian was forced to retreat repeatedly by the irregularly appearing spatial rifts, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

On the other hand, the situation for the Human Clan was not much better, with many of their Supreme Powerhouse returning to their armies.

The armies of both humans and demons were forced to retreat once again.

Everyone knew that this war had only just begun.

Despite the dimensional barrier preventing humans and demons from witnessing the battle between the Great Sage, the two races were unable to do so.

But the scattered energy and surging Sage's Will all indicated the intensity of the battle.

The Original Self, residing in an unknown space, is also currently gazing upon that dimensional space.

However, in his eyes, it was a completely different scene.

A previously unseen energy was slowly being injected into it; the Original Self guessed that it was the power of the so-called Pillar of Creation.