Chapter 1554

Yet he laughed.

Then, he spoke slowly.

"Hehe, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven who caused chaos in Tiangong? Today, I shall capture you."

"And deliver you to Taiqing Palace to plead for forgiveness!"

After his voice faded, the Taiqing Palace disciples attacked again.

One palm struck out.

Vast Shui Lingguang surged, carrying a destructive ripple.

Causing everyone's pupils to contract involuntarily.

At the same time, the demonic emperor also moved.

He had seen this scene before.

Once, human elites had come.

They died in his hands.

Now, this human army would be no exception.

But before he could draw near—

"Roar!"

From the sky came another Long Yin.

Then, an army stood across the horizon.

It was the Long Feng Legion; its leader was none other than Xuan Gui, the foremost of the Four Disciples of Nüwa.

His cultivation had reached Zhi Zun Second Layer.

Behind him stood a host of Gao Jie demonic beasts.

"Ssshh!"

Yet, the moment he appeared—

The Taiqing Palace disciple extended a finger and pierced him directly through.

Blood sprayed; Xuan Gui had no chance to struggle.

"Boom!"

With a thunderous crash—

His entire body turned to blood mist.

This disciple, Nüwa's most beloved, perished right there.

Causing the demonic emperors in the hall—

To wear expressions of fear.

Such power utterly surpassed their understanding.

At the same moment, Qin generals arrived.

Wei Tufu and Guan Yu arrived almost simultaneously.

Upon arrival, they stood alongside the army.

Around them followed dozens of fierce generals, all at Zhi Zun level.

Now, few in the battlefield could match them.

Looking down at the demonic emperor—

Wei Tufu's eyes glinted with bloodlust as he spoke.

"Soldiers of Zhou, kill for me!"

His voice carried a dark, sinister tone.

Then he lunged forward, raising his steel blade.

One slash unleashed terrifying blade winds.

Wherever it passed, the demonic emperor had no resistance.

"Crash!"

His body was slashed flying.

Gushing blood spurted from his mouth.

His eyes filled with terror.

Yet Wei Tufu showed no sign of stopping.

He lunged again.

Slash after slash came down.

Each strike seemed to contain energy capable of destroying heaven and earth.

"Crack!"

A head flew up—the demonic emperor's skull severed and fell upon the battlefield.

His eyes widened, filled with unyielding resentment.

But now there was nothing he could do; he could only suffer Wei Tufu's slaughter.

"Thud-thud!"

Corpses fell to the ground; thick, cloying bloodstink filled the air.

Causing the onlookers around to wear solemn expressions.

And at this very moment.

From afar, however, came the sounds of battle cries.

This time, it was the elite army of the Great Han.

At their head was none other than Zhang Kui.

At this moment, his eyes revealed a cold, icy glint.

Gazing at the field, he shouted loudly.

"You monsters, slaughtering the human race—

what crime is this!"

His voice carried a piercing, murderous air.

Wielding his Fang Tian Painting Halberd, he charged straight into the battlefield.

"Kill!"

The Great Han generals followed closely behind; their combat prowess could truly be called unmatched in valor.

Wherever they passed, the demon-race soldiers all met violent deaths.

In but a short time, the entire battlefield was strewn with the severed limbs and broken bodies of the demon army.

Blood flowed like a river, like a human purgatory on earth.

And that Great Emperor of the demon race finally sensed the gravity of the situation.

He immediately ordered his subordinates to retreat back within demon territory.

He understood in his heart that, relying on his own strength, he simply could not withstand these powerful human experts.

Yet upon seeing such a scene, the generals of Great Zhou did not pursue.

After all, so many powerful experts were not something ordinary soldiers could resist.

However, after they departed—

outside the Great Han military camp—

a horse carriage came to a stop.

From within it stepped down two women.

One of them was, in fact, Sun Shangxiang.

Her looks could be called flawless, her skin crystalline and translucent, as if carved from crystal.

A robe of purple-gold misty light wrapped around her slender waist, adding several hints of allure.

The other was also of matchless, kingdom-toppling beauty, with an incomparably graceful figure.

She was none other than Lord Donghuang Taiyi's younger sister, Eight Linglong.