One person is solemn and deep.

Another person has madness in their eyes.

Neither side spoke, the air seemed to become viscous at this moment, even the sound of heartbeats became deafening.

Like a ritual of destiny,

Marquis Wucheng slowly raised his arm, and the sword in his hand pointed far at the figure standing in the distance.

Yuan Hao then covered his face with the Covered Armor Iron Mask, the cold blade still stained with fresh blood as he silently wiped off the crimson.

At this distance, the military formations clashed with no strategies left, only the most primitive collision between flesh and blades; only the purest slaughter of faith and loyalty remained.

Upon the earth,

Black waves of death and white torrents of despair, with earth-shaking rumbles, quickly moved towards each other, getting closer, and closer...

Until a certain moment,

The world seemed to suddenly freeze, all sounds, all light and shadows, all life were drawn away in an instant.

More overwhelming than any sound was a massive sense of oppression, indescribable and intangible, yet so heavy it suffocated. The air turned viscous like lead in that instant, as if the whole world foreknew the brutal scene that would unfold, choosing silence in awe and despair.

In that silence that shattered courage,

Pure black and white finally crashed together!

The Imperial Sword and Great Yan Military God,

embarked upon their first, and final, direct confrontation!

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...

The sunset like blood dyed the horizon with a shocking scarlet red, as night fell, this civil war spanning twenty years finally reached its conclusion.

The flames of war fueled by differing stances burned the camaraderie of former allies, only to turn each into remnants of history.

Formation patterns’ brilliance soared to the sky,

Spellcraft torrents cascaded,

Dao Domain crushed against each other,

Military formation’s iron walls stood like forests,

The roar of cannons shook the mountains and rivers,

The shadow of a giant obscured the sky!

At this moment, both sides unleashed their ultimate techniques, exhausting all reserves, just to kill the comrades once fought side by side on this purgatorial battlefield.

The battle circle spread like ink spots, from the hanging Sky Dome to the cracked earth. From towering mountains to endless plains. From nearby at arm’s length to the distant horizon at the eyes’ end.

Countless glaring flames, countless deafening explosions, illuminated the world lost in darkness as if it were daylight.

This is a war unprecedented in thousands of years, even throughout ancient times.

No matter for the old order or the illusory future of the New World, both sides bet everything they had.

The death of each person signifies the downfall of a giant on either side, yet despite this, no one retreats.

Even as the shadow of death has descended, they exhaust all means to add a sliver of chance for those who follow.

The long night fades bit by bit amid the unending fires of war.

Emperor Bai, that towering mountainous figure stood silently above the void, out of place with this noisy battlefield.

His cold dragon eyes with vertical pupils, like two merciless cold lights, slowly scanned every fierce battle below.

For the past twenty years, the Ancient Abyss has been watching the Human Race, this eternal nemesis.

Watching how these beings, who proclaim themselves masters of all creatures, personally ignited this civil war sweeping the world; watching as the Great Yan Empire erupted with unprecedented strength and resilience amid the flames of war, yet also watching it step by step towards the abyss of weakness in the endless internal strife.

Twenty years, for the Demon Race’s long life, is but a fleeting moment.

Yet precisely in these brief twenty years, the Demon Race completed its transformation.

They imitated the Human Race to establish the Demon Court, began intensely learning Human Race’s Formation Pattern Technique, and amidst the chaos of Dayan’s civil war, Ancient Abyss utilized every means possible, through trade, plunder, seizing with strength and cunning, frenziedly grabbing the Human Race’s cutting-edge technology and knowledge.

Today, Ancient Abyss has prepared everything for war.

They contacted strangers among the Human Race from the Endless Sea and remnants of Sect Alliance, just waiting for the right moment to stir up immense waves. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

However,

An invitation from within Dayan Imperial Court left the entire Demon Court caught off guard.

Rebellion.

In the civil war, with absolute dominance, Dayan Imperial Court is on the brink of a colossal rebellion.

To kill Xu Changtian.

They need the power of Emperor Bai.

After repeatedly verifying the accuracy of the information and confirming it was not a trap, Emperor Bai ultimately accepted this invitation full of intrigue.

Not just for the future of the Demon Race,

but also to personally, or with his own eyes, witness the complete end of an era.

Yet looking at the direction of the battle below, Emperor Bai also realized that it seemed they should leave.

His gaze swept past the group of Demon Kings beside him.

These Great Demons, usually filled only with muscles and desires, now all had faces laden with heaviness and fear.

The Purgatory below, where Dayan Imperial Court’s cutting-edge power gathered, unquestionably stifled them with endless oppression.

A subtle light flashed in Emperor Bai’s eyes.

This was good, knowing shame leads to courage.

This is not a bad thing for the newly formed Demon Court.

Having witnessed the enemy’s strength and terror firsthand, the reforms he will push forward in the future will face no obstacles.

Just as Emperor Bai was deep in thought, a clear but teasing female voice suddenly broke the silence of the void from not far away.

"Ready to leave?"

Emperor Bai turned to see the golden-eyed woman he had once faced.