Celestial Court, the flames of war scattered, one Heavenly Palace after another collapsing, the roar of Demons and the clashing of Celestial Soldiers' weapons resounded intermittently.
The sound of the Heavenly Drums continued to play.
This great battle had not yet ceased.
But within one Heavenly Palace,
the most important fight of the battlefield had already ended.
Yibai leaned helplessly against the ruins outside, his Primordial Qi was severely damaged, and he would not be able to fight frequently for a short period.
His gaze turned towards the Supreme Elder Lord and Ziwei Great Emperor standing before him, feeling deeply grateful. He knew that if it weren't for these two, he would have likely died at the hands of the Primordial Celestial Heavenly Lord.
Yet the kindness the Heavenly Emperor had shown him could not be repaid even with his death.
