Desperate combat ensued, various Taoism Principles and secret techniques blossomed.
Liang Hui's eyes blazed like the scorching sun, and through the fog, he seemed to see the path ahead.
Fight! Fight!
The vast radiance, mixed with the ebbing Chaos Aura, shrouded their figures.
On the land and in the seas, countless members of the Demon Tribe were silently praying, hoping their Emperor could bring back victory.
Boom!
Another thunderous roar shook the earth.
The Chaos Aura gradually dissipated, and amidst the hopeful gazes of the demons, a tall figure was revealed.
"High Priest!!!"
One by one, members of the Demon Tribe collapsed to the ground, staring at the head held in the palm of that figure.
It was a heroic head, its blood crystal clear, flowing down from the severed neck.
"Your Majesty, please stand up."
"Your Majesty, how could you be defeated, haven't you always been winning?"
"All of this must be a lie, we must have fallen into some sort of nightmare."
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