The battlefield was a chaotic storm of energy, light, and destruction. The clash of divine powers reverberated across the realm, shaking the very foundations of the Divine Realm.
The God Emperors stood firm, their calm and composed demeanors a stark contrast to the chaos around them. Each of them was a master of their respective laws, and their movements were precise, calculated, and deadly.
At this moment, Hongyue stood tall, her crimson robes fluttering in the wind. Her long sword gleamed with an eerie red light, reflecting the crimson moon that hung above her. The moon's glow bathed the battlefield in a blood-red hue, amplifying her power and casting an ominous shadow over Mo Liang.
Mo Liang smirked as he twirled his spear, the dark energy around him swirling like a tempest. His eyes glowed with malice as he lunged forward, his spear aimed directly at Hongyue's heart.
