The high-ranking members of Ye State and the Demon Camp have entered the fray. The battle has reached such a tragic extent that witnessing such a scene, even from a distance, still gives one a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Roar!" A thunderous roar shook the mountains and rivers.
In the northwest direction, deep within the night fog, a terrifying Big Sun emerged, blindingly bright, rushing at high speed to illuminate the sky.
"This old man is back! If I had known such a life-and-death battle awaited, why travel to foreign lands? Demon scum, I battled you 450 years ago, and slaughtered your ancestors to the point of chaos. You dare to invade again? You should all be killed!"
An old man flew in, rugged beyond measure, charging into the Ancestor Master Battlefield.
"Qingtian, you old bastard, you haven't died of old age yet? Quite an anomaly; today I will destroy you!" An Old Demon indeed recognized him.
