Four hours later.
On the sky above the Eastern Divine Continent, a streak of light fell to the ground with massive impact, causing a million-mile immortal mountain to collapse, burying countless lives, leaving no bodies behind.
"Cough cough ~"
In the ruins on the ground, the Great Xia Emperor lay on the broken stones, with a deep bone-revealing scar on his chest, remnants of Dao power preventing healing.
His face was ashen, gasping heavily, struggling to stand, but after several attempts, he still failed.
Blood trickled slowly, staining the stones beneath him red.
Telling the powerlessness of an emperor.
"Great Xia Emperor, you've lost!"
High in the sky, the Great Zhou Emperor stood with a sword, his hair flying, and aside from slightly disordered clothing, there wasn't a single injury on him.
This shows the significant gap between a late-stage Immortal Emperor and a peak-stage Immortal Emperor.
"Humans will not be defeated!"
