"Dead, they are all dead..."
Donghuang Taiyi and Emperor Jiang Ancestor Witch stood on the shattered earth, looking around, and all they saw were mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Emperor Jiang Ancestor Witch's gaze was dim, his lips trembling slightly as if he couldn't accept the reality before him. He kept shaking his head, seemingly muttering to himself.
However, Donghuang Taiyi remained calm, his eyes flickering with a trace of sorrow and anger.
"Let's have a decisive battle to the death!"
"At this point, we must determine a winner!"
"Otherwise, they all died for nothing!"
"You're right!"
"Let's have a decisive battle to the death!"
Donghuang Taiyi, holding the Golden Feather Blade and lifting the Chaos Bell, moved agilely like a ferocious tiger entering the woods, his aura mighty and fierce.
Emperor Jiang Ancestor Witch, cradling a huge Spirit Staff, exuded a mysterious and unfathomable mana, suppressing everything.
