The battlefield grew increasingly intense. Every moment, countless beings died tragic deaths as massive battles erupted, causing blood to rain down from the sky.
Before long, a tremendous commotion once again burst forth from the void. Another Saint of the Human Race had fallen, and alongside him plummeted two lords of the Demon Race. The void churned with surging cosmic laws and billowing holy light, a testament to the battle's ferocity.
Standing on the ramparts of Zhenmo City, Wang Xiu's expression was grave. Only he could clearly discern the situation of the battle in the void.
The number of Demon Race powerhouses far outnumbered those of the Human Race. With the surplus Demon Lords united in their assault against the Human Saints, how could they not be invincible?
