Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

The phantom suddenly trembled, and its previously somewhat illusory outline became even more solid at that moment.

Intricate scales gradually appeared on his body, and even the facial features on half of his dragon face became clear.

In particular, as the three demon kings, including the White Ape King, continued to pour in the power of the Holy Realm, the huge, tightly closed eyes of this half-dragon, half-human phantom slowly opened.

Their eyes were not empty; they seemed to possess a certain spirituality.

The black blade phantom hanging above the Heavenly Alliance army composed of humans, after Ye Sanshu poured all his Saint Realm power into it without reservation, actually developed a thin layer of golden sharpness within its originally dense baleful aura.

From a distance, it resembles a peerless, deadly weapon that has been polished clean of its rust.

Qianmu narrowed his eyes to slits, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two illusory figures.

"This is... a battle formation!?"

He chuckled, a hint of disdain in his voice:

"Hmph! Two array spirits formed by using the power of the entire army in a battle formation? ...That's somewhat interesting."

"But so what? It's fine to use this against others, but to think you can contend with me? That's like an ant trying to shake the heavens! In the end, there's only one possible outcome."

"That is defeat!!"

As they spoke, the beam of destructive light had already approached within a hundred feet of the heads of the 100,000 Heavenly Alliance soldiers. The terrifying pressure had even caused blood to seep from the seven orifices of some Heavenly Alliance soldiers.

However, at that very moment,

"kill!!!"

Not a single one of the 100,000 Heavenly Alliance soldiers retreated. They all stared intently upwards, roaring in unison, their voices shaking the heavens!

Under this battle cry.

The enormous phantom, half-dragon and half-human, began to move.

He raised his right arm, his amber pupils contracted, and he actually extended his right claw, his five fingers spread wide, and grabbed the black sword phantom that was floating above the heads of the human race's Heavenly Alliance army, radiating endless killing intent!

With the black blade in hand, the phantom's body trembled once more, as if infused with its last bit of energy, and its form solidified a little more.

He bent his legs slightly, and in the next moment his massive body soared into the sky, raising the black blade high and slashing fiercely at the destructive ray of light that was about to fall!

There was no deafening explosion.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

The moment that blade struck, the void within a radius of hundreds of miles rippled like water with a stone thrown in.

Immediately afterwards, the void shattered and crumbled like thin ice, and turbulent void currents raged and swept across the battlefield, turning the sky into chaos.

The destructive ray of light disappeared.

However, at the same time, the two phantoms formed by the battle formation also disappeared without a trace.

After both disappeared, the shattered void in the air slowly healed.

at the same time,

A bloodstain appeared in the floating eyeball above Qianmu's head, and its light dimmed considerably.

On the other side, the bodies of the 100,000 Allied soldiers trembled almost simultaneously, followed by a gush of blood from their mouths.

The White Ape King's chest heaved violently. He turned his head and glanced at the 50,000 almost exhausted demon army behind him, a trace of anxiety flashing in his eyes.

"It seems that it will be difficult to continue to delay!" Blackwing King glanced at Nine-Headed King beside him with a gloomy expression.

The Nine-Headed King did not speak, but swallowed hard.

On the other side, Qianmu frowned slightly, his eyes casually sweeping over the somewhat disheveled Tianmeng army.

"Hehehe!"

"You guys do have some skill; you actually managed to block my attack just now."

His dozens of eyes were focused on the White Ape King and the others, and the killing intent in his eyes was several times stronger than before.

"But you seem to have completely lost the ability to fight again."

"So, what can you possibly use to block my next attack?"

Upon hearing this, the White Ape King's face instantly turned ashen.

That attack had almost drained all their demonic power, and every demon behind them was panting heavily.

If this were to happen again, at least half of these 50,000 elite demons would be seriously injured on the spot, or even perish.

Not far away, Ye Sanshu also had a solemn expression. He turned around and glanced at the Heavenly Alliance Army of 50,000 humans behind him.

Although he still stood upright, the arm holding the knife was trembling slightly, and the blood at the corner of his mouth had not yet dried.

Ye Sanshu took a deep breath.

A resolute look resurfaced in those eyes once more.

"Soldiers of the Heavenly Alliance!!"

His voice boomed like a war drum on the battlefield:

"From the very beginning, our Heavenly Alliance Army has only one path to follow! That is to advance relentlessly, fight to the death, and there is absolutely no turning back!!"

"If we die here today, it will be the highest honor for us as members of the Heavenly Alliance Army!!"

"Even if I'm shattered to pieces and my soul is scattered, I'll show these scum from the dark lands what's what!!"

"We humans and demons will never yield!!!"

The moment his words fell, a young face abruptly rose from among the 50,000-strong Heavenly Alliance army behind him. The blood at the corner of his mouth was still wet, but he roared with all his might:

"war!!"

Then, the second, the third, the tenth, the hundredth...

"war!!!"

"war!!!"

"war!!!"

One roar after another erupted from the mouths of the 100,000 Heavenly Alliance soldiers, their voices growing from weak to firm, from low to high.

The battle cries of 100,000 people converged, like a giant beast on its deathbed that still refused to close its eyes, letting out its final roar.

Qianmu watched this scene, slowly shook his head, and let out a low laugh.

"Hmph! Showing off your meek courage."

"Commendable courage, but utterly foolish."

"Since you want to die a glorious death!"

The dozens of floating eyeballs behind him lit up simultaneously! A black sphere of light condensed within each eyeball.

"Then I will grant your wish!"

"Die, all of you!!!"

Dozens of black orbs, trailing long black flames, hurtled directly at the Heavenly Alliance army opposite him, under his command.

"Charge! Charge!!"

The White Ape King's voice was hoarse. He, the Black Wing King, and the Nine-Headed Serpent King used up the remaining Holy Realm power in their bodies at almost the same moment, rushing towards the sky again and injecting it into the newly condensed half-dragon, half-human phantom.

But this time—the phantom was so ethereal that it was almost just an outline, like a wisp of mist that could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Similarly, Ye Sanshu bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence, which transformed into a beam of blood light and injected into the black blade phantom. Although the blade phantom barely took shape, its edges were blurred.

Two illusory figures shot up again, heading towards the dozens of black orbs of light.

As a result, it collapsed at the slightest touch.

Like bubbles hitting rocks, the two phantoms couldn't even withstand the pressure of the black orb of light for a moment before silently dissipating into the air.

The three great demon kings, including the White Ape King, groaned.

Ye Sanshu spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back several steps.

In that instant, a trace of despair appeared in the eyes of all 100,000 Allied soldiers—a sense of powerlessness that came from having given their all and burned everything, yet still being unable to shake the opponent in the slightest.

The black orb of light was already close overhead.

"Is it really over?" Everyone felt like they were doomed.

But at that very moment...

"boom!!!"

Above the sky, an unimaginably huge palm print descended from the heavens!

The palm print blotted out the sky, completely covering the sky for hundreds of miles around, its five fingers resembling five inverted mountain ranges.

The palm print fell so fast that Qianmu had no time to react.

Those dozens of invincible black orbs of light were like fragile bubbles before that palm print, and with a "pop," they were all completely annihilated.

Immediately afterwards, the palm print continued to press down without stopping, slamming hard onto Qianmu's body!

"BOOM!!!"

With a deafening roar, the earth trembled violently, and the ground within a radius of a hundred miles simultaneously collapsed several feet.

Qianmu's withered figure was like an ant crushed by a mountain, with no room for resistance, and was directly smashed into the depths of the ground by that palm print.

A huge, palm-shaped crater was left on the ground, its bottomless depths still steaming from the soil around its edges.

The battlefield was deathly silent.

The 100,000 Allied soldiers stared wide-eyed at the deep pit, unable to recover for a long time.