Above the firmament, the Celestial Emperor, clad in tattered clothes and with blood trickling from his lips, knelt in midair.
Standing before him were Pangu and Nuwa. They too did not look optimistic, but they had won.
In an instant, Chen Lan and others quickly gathered around Nuwa and Pangu. Dozens stood shoulder to shoulder, emitting auras that shook the heavens.
The Celestial Emperor lifted his head weakly, scanning the crowd until his gaze rested on Chen Lan, and he let out a cold laugh.
"Demon Slayer, I didn't expect you to bring so many people. I underestimated you," the Celestial Emperor sneered.
Seeing the Celestial Emperor's sneer, Yang Tian and the others felt a rush of satisfaction. This accursed Evil Race would finally die, and the Celestial Domain would at last be restored to brightness!
"Celestial Emperor, you are at your wit's end. Just accept your death," Blade sneered.
