The skies of the Demon Race in the Northern Border darkened as more and more powerful demons surged into the area. Roars and howls interwove with the deafening clash of Divine Weapons.
Entire mountain ranges collapsed in their wake, and the rivers and land followed suit, as if doomsday was descending.
The battle fluctuations from deep within Dayan were especially intense.
Terrifyingly, the initial imperial might and the aura of the Great Emperor were gradually being overshadowed, as if the Demon Emperor's revival had been brutally severed.
In that direction lay an indescribable Mighty Power.
No one could see it clearly; they could only faintly perceive it.
The White Emperor's expression turned to shock. "That kid definitely brought some terrifying trump cards."
A middle-aged woman said with a trembling voice, "It's actually Mighty Power."
A dreadful force, surpassing all beings...
