Bai Zihan stood amidst the chaos below, robes fluttering calmly as blood splashed across the earth around him.
If nothing unexpected happens, Bai Zihan thought calmly, today should be the last day of this war.
His gaze flicked briefly toward the sky.
Bai Ren.
Bai Chu.
The Grand Elders.
Once Fate Severing Slash was truly grasped—even imperfectly—it was still a Saint-Grade Technique.
Someone like Mó Zūn or the Half-Qilin…
They should be killed if the technique lands.
That confidence wasn't arrogance.
It was a certainty.
So Bai Zihan thought that today might be the last day of the war between Desolate Heaven Empire and the Demonic Forces.
Bai Zihan didn't wait. He stepped forward—and the slaughter began.
Since it might be the last day, he should farm as many Points as he could. But it was difficult when all his opponents knew how to run away.
