Chapter 1505

1182 ceased its assault.

It was none other than the leader of the demonic race, Ancestor Hongmeng.

At this moment, his face was twisted in fury.

His son's remains had been lost in the hands of the Han.

This was a great disgrace.

He must seek revenge.

Otherwise, how could he face Ancestor Hongjun?

"Swoosh!"

His figure moved, vanishing from where he stood.

He headed toward Honghuang.

At this moment, he disregarded his own cultivation, disregarded everything.

He intended to obliterate Honghuang.

And just after he departed,

the troops of Zhou also ceased their assault and began retreating.

At this point, they all knew that, without the ability to kill these Chaotic Demonic Gods,

staying here was useless.

So they all returned within Honghuang.

And just after they left,

Ancestor Hongmeng arrived beyond Honghuang.

His eyes glowed with bloodthirsty light.

He spoke coldly.

"Ha ha, Han Emperor, come out and face me!

Hand over the remains of Ancestor Hongmeng!"

His voice echoed across heaven and earth.

It caused the powerful ones within Honghuang to furrow their brows.

Especially the Nine Yang Supreme Sovereign.

He had not only followed Liu Zheng from beyond the realms,

but more importantly,

he bore a grudge of wife-stealing against Ancestor Hongmeng.

Thus, upon hearing the voice,

even though the opponent's power was supreme, he still charged into the battlefield without hesitation.

Yet, the moment he arrived on the battlefield,

he discovered that Ancestor Hongmeng was assaulting Honghuang.

Instantly, his eyes nearly burst.

A thick aura of killing intent surged from him as he lunged toward the enemy.

Ancestor Hongmeng, seeing the sudden appearance of the Nine Yang Supreme Sovereign, did not dare to underestimate him.

He slammed out a palm.

A blazing palm imprint flashed with brilliant light in the air.

"Boom!"

The two palm imprints collided, instantly exploding into dazzling sparks.

"Hiss!"

At the same time, the Nine Yang Supreme Sovereign spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, he silently cursed inwardly.

If this continued, he would surely perish here.

Yet, just as he prepared to flee,

"Roar!"

A chorus of Long Yin rang out.

It was the Golden Army, finally unable to hold back.

Under Ancestor Hongmeng's charge, they were retreating step by step.

In a short time, millions of troops had been routed.

Seeing this scene,

the excitement in Ancestor Hongmeng's eyes grew even more intense.

"Where is the Han Emperor? Come out and face me!"

Ancestor Hongmeng's voice thundered, shaking heaven and earth.

Immediately, the ordinary Chaotic Demonic Gods around him could not avoid him.

He seized and devoured them.

At this moment, the Nine Yang Supreme Sovereign's eyes gleamed, then he slowly spoke.

"Your Majesty, you cannot die.

You must hold on!"

His voice rang out as he ran toward the distance.

He knew that if Liu Zheng were to fall, the Great Han would surely be destroyed.

This responsibility, he could not bear.

Only, just at this moment.

"Ao!"

Another dragon's roar sounded.

Immediately after, a massive true dragon dove down toward the battlefield.

Vast, overwhelming might spread through the entire void.

Causing those ordinary Chaos Demon Gods to involuntarily drop to their knees.

They were utterly terrified.

Then, its twin wings swept.

"Boom!"

The body of the Ancestor Hongmeng Demon God actually exploded apart at this moment.

This expert at the sixth level of Ancestor Hongmeng Sainthood was actually torn apart by a single claw strike.

"How could this be.

How could the Han Emperor's subordinates possess such a powerful expert!"

At this moment, the Nine Yang Supreme was full of astonishment.

However, he did not give it much more thought.

The instant 1183 approached the Great Desolation

Because, in his view, these Chaos Demon Gods were already dead.

Now was not the time to consider other things.

Thinking of this, he flew toward the Great Desolation.

Only, just as his figure approached the Great Desolation.

He was blocked.

A towering figure appeared in midair.

It was none other than Xingtian.

His figure was immensely burly.

Holding a great axe, a sinister light gleamed in his eyes.

"Your Majesty the Han Emperor has already entered closed-door cultivation.