On the horizon, endless ranks of soldiers stretched as far as the eye could see, a cloud of blackened red dust rising as they marched towards the Forest of the Fallen Moon.
suddenly, their march stopped, the eyes of those in the vanguard widening in terror.
The leader of the Demon Cult.
The Celestial Demon.
The most powerful transcendent who had ever set foot on this earth in the last fifty thousand years.
At this very moment, he was lying on the ground, sunk in a smoking crater.
His right hand rose shakily to his face and he spat.
In his bloodied palm, a broken tooth, a subtle pain spreading through his jaw.
His red eyes slowly rose, meeting the icy gaze of a handsome young man.
Mochen and Qingyi had last met a few months ago. Back then, the young man could barely bear a casual movement of the demon cult leader's fingers.
But now... now he possessed enough strength to hurt Mochen. Of course, Mochen had his guard down, not expecting such a strong attack.