Boom!
Countless bright weapons descended from the sky, coupled with Song Lin's heartfelt words, prompting every surviving mortal and benevolent demon in the world to rise up in resistance, weapons in hand.
A desperate struggle of cornered beasts!
Facing imminent death, the fear of dying seemed to pale in comparison to the thought of dragging down an enemy companion alongside them.
The Mortal World descended into chaos once again.
On the altar, an Innate Eight Diagrams hovered in the air, with figures like Chiyou, the Drought Evils, and the Twelve Yuan Chen assembled behind it.
"Are they fighting with all they've got now?"
The Demon King sneered. To him, this resistance was utterly meaningless. He was a hero on the verge of transcending Harmonization, about to attain the Heavenly Immortal Dao.
In his view, this group was just trying to take someone down with them in their final moments.
He extended a finger, lightly pointing into the void.
