Yunshen Plain, once a lush grassland, has been shrouded in a heavy aura of slaughter ever since the war between the Netherworld Lord and the Xi Clan erupted.
The sky is dark, as if countless dark clouds are looming, and occasionally, numerous thunderbolts flash across the sky.
These are not magic, but rather the result of magic power and fighting spirit clashing with each other.
Yun Sheng stared intently, seeing one hundred thousand divine soldiers and generals embroiled in a life-and-death battle with the Netherworld's Netherworld Guards.
This battle, driven by the selfish desires of Xi Sanqian and the High Priest, is certain to plunge the Ancient Divine Race's Xi Clan, with its history spanning tens of thousands of years, into chaos.
She saw Mingri transforming into a streak of flowing light, charging towards the Xi Clan's forbidden realm, where two or three familiar auras lingered.
One of the auras belonged to Bo Bo, and another was the High Priest...
