The bitter battle between the Six Sects Alliance Army and the Demon Court's army had raged for nearly seven hours. A foul miasma of Blood Evil and slaughter billowed from the battlefield, unexpectedly dispersing the demonic fog for dozens of miles in every direction.
After fighting for so long, even the Demons and Cultivators, whose stamina far surpassed that of mortals, were nearing exhaustion.
The once-orderly battle formations were now a tangled, interlocking mess. On the front lines, the combatants' eyes were crimson with bloodlust, their minds consumed by a single thought: to slaughter their opponents.
One Golden Core Demon King charged too deep into the enemy lines. Its Demon Power faltering, it was ensnared by a Spirit Net.
