The battlefield has paused, with five sages of the Great Li World present. If they were to erupt into a great battle here, the sky would fall and the earth would split.
A suffocating atmosphere covered a thousand miles, and the mighty army felt its oppressive pressure.
The Emperor of Da Li seemed to transform into the heavens, overlooking all living beings, yet below, there was a youthful face that looked directly at him. Even under the saint's coercion, the Divine Demon Body remained unbowed.
"Your Majesty."
Another beam of light descended from the sky, as if there were a ladder to the clouds. A figure with an immortal air, dressed in simple cloth, stepped forward slowly, looking towards the imposing visage occupying the sky.
