From the direction of the West Emperor Palace, Li Fan killed his way to the edge of the sea domain, having lost count of how many demons he had slain.
At this point, everyone with him was bloodstained, their auras fluctuating.
Landing on a giant rock at the sea's edge, Li Fan was enveloped with a menacing aura all over his body. He glanced towards the sea, seeing that most of the demons had already invaded West Emperor Island, but there were still countless minor demons lingering at the sea's edge.
Looking again towards West Emperor Island, demon energy soared into the sky in the distant direction above.
This battle, who knows how many human cultivators would fall, or how many families would be broken.
War, no matter victory or defeat, is always a catastrophe.
