Once the Emperors began to fight, the others could only helplessly get out of the way.
The Heavenly Emperor versus the Demonic Emperor—it was a battle seen once in a lifetime. Even those old Monsters titled the Virtues were either only greenhorns or not born when the last time it had happened.
It was a battle that could not be forgotten even in the long annals of indifferent history. Sadly, if people did not survive to write about it, it was bound to be forgotten.
The two clashed in a way unlike anything ever seen before.
People in the far corners of the desolate continents had thought themselves safe from the chaos in the central empire.
Yet, the two Emperors crossed thousands of kilometers in a matter of seconds. They had already gone around the entire plane multiple times.
While the golden light flickering around the Heavenly Emperor felt alive, so did the shadows that wrapped around the Lord of Shadows.
