The battle ended.
This battle was not too earth-shattering or tragic.
Such alliances were bound to be unstable.
Once there was a rout, a chain reaction would occur.
Given this, the defeat was not to be doubted.
...
Another battlefield.
The battle between the Demon Realm and the Chaos Beasts was brutal.
The Demon Realm was not weak, in fact, it was very strong.
The former strongest realm in the East, its name alone spoke of its power.
The Dragon King and others fought with great difficulty.
But at this moment...
Chit.
A butterfly, no bigger than a fist, suddenly appeared on the battlefield.
As the butterfly gently flapped its wings, the ancient heavens seemed to be torn apart.
A sneak attack.
The Demon Lord's Great Dao was torn open by a gap by those seemingly small wings.
"Demon Butterfly?"
The Demon Lord was shocked: "Why are you here?"
He was astonished.
The newly ascended Northern Overlord had secretly come to the East.
This...
Unbelievable.
"Heh heh."
The Demon Butterfly let out a bell-like laughter: "The Dragon King helped me stabilize the North, I must repay this kindness."
The Demon Lord's face turned grim, this was trouble.
The Northern Overlord had joined the fray.
Since they had come, they would not be alone.
Boom.
As expected...
As the thought crossed his mind, in the distance... a sky-covering army of Chaos Beasts charged in.
Many of them were powerful Chaos Beasts.
The large ones had wings stretching a hundred miles long, while the small ones were only the size of a fist.
"Kill."
No extra words were spoken.
This reinforcement directly charged into the battlefield.
The Demon Realm, which had initially held a slight advantage, instantly collapsed.
"Join forces."
The Dragon King and the Demon Butterfly, two overlords, began to encircle and suppress the Demon Lord.
"Retreat."
The Demon Lord ordered.
Under these circumstances, they could not continue fighting.
"Heh heh."
A chilling laughter echoed.
Chit.
The divine sword Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi appeared.
A seventh-tier Great Emperor of the Demon Realm was directly slain.
A wooden sword appeared and slew another.
"You..."
The Demon Lord was shocked.
He quickly reacted and roared in anger: "Blood Kill, you useless wretch, to be defeated so quickly."
"Earth, Fire, Water, Wind, all useless trash, all of them."
Too fast.
There was no time for the Demon Realm to react.
Everything had arrived so subtly.
"Demon Flame Soaring."
The Demon Lord began to summon his Great Dao universe.
This time, he held nothing back.
On the battlefield, the Dragon King's gaze was cold, looking at Chen Fan and the Sword Master: "What are you doing here? Do you still want a piece of the pie?"
Although they had no agreement, they subconsciously considered the conquered realms as their spoils of war.
Now, the arrival of Chen Fan and others made the Dragon King very uncomfortable.
Similarly, the Demon Butterfly's gaze was filled with hostility.
"You jest, Dragon King."
Chen Fan explained with a smile: "I promised Old Demon Chu that I would let him devour the Demon Realm. How about this: I'll trade Blood Kill and the two eighth-tier Great Worlds, Sun and Moon, for the Demon Realm?"
The Demon Realm was stronger than Blood Kill Realm, and two eighth-tier Great Worlds would be a fair exchange, even giving the Dragon King a slight advantage.
"... Alright."
After a moment of hesitation, the Dragon King agreed.
Two Great Worlds, no loss.
"Jie jie."
Their conversation was overheard by the Demon Lord, who felt endless humiliation: "Do you really think you have me cornered?"
Although the crisis was irreversible, the Demon Lord still talked tough.
He was the strongest in the East.
Demons were naturally domineering.
Even if they lost, they would lose on the battlefield.
"Too much nonsense."
The colossal dragon body rolled.
Rumble.
The Demon Lord was beaten back step by step.
"Go and help."
Chen Fan ordered.
He had no intention of making a move himself.
The Sword Master was the same.
The outcome was already decided, and whether they made a move or not would not affect the result. Letting their subordinates fight was for training.
"Kill!"
A group of people surged out like a tide.
The Demon Realm, already at a disadvantage, completely collapsed.
"Roar."
The Demon Lord roared in anger: "Demon Butterfly, Dragon King, do you really think you've won? Lord of Light, are you just going to watch?"
His voice boomed, reaching the West: "Are you going to stand by and watch as the Tenth Earth is occupied by Chaos Beasts on both sides?"
The North was already the Demon Butterfly's territory.
If the East was also taken, even with Chen Fan and the Sword Master, the Dragon King would get a large piece of territory.
If this situation worsened and the Chaos Beasts grew stronger, the Tenth Earth might undergo a drastic change.
The path of the Lord of Light's invincible rule would also be challenged.
Buzz.
Endless light spread from the distant West.
That aura was so powerful it made one tremble from the depths of their heart.
Within the endless light, a magnificent divine form, like a god, appeared: "Demon Butterfly, return to the North. Dragon King, return to the Thunder Domain or the North. The East must be defended by humans."
The Lord of Light spoke.
His words were the will of the gods.
Just his voice made the Dragon King and the Demon Butterfly feel the danger of death.
Chen Fan and the Sword Master also stood on alert.
That figure seemed to crush the very heavens and earth.
"Heh heh."
At this moment, a soft sound came from the South.
The Yin-Yang Great Dao, appearing as a rainbow bridge, directly spanned from the distant South.
Boom.
Yin and Yang collided with light.
"Light, aren't you meddling too much?" the voice of the Yin-Yang Dao Master rang out.
Although it was a childish voice, it made everyone's heart skip a beat.
The Yin-Yang Dao Master had made his move.
The acknowledged second strongest in the Tenth Earth, facing the Lord of Light.
The divine form of the Lord of Light looked at the figure on the rainbow bridge: "Ping Xi, you are also human, yet you are defending the Chaos Beasts?"
"Tch."
Ping Xi, the name of the Yin-Yang Dao Master.
In the entire Tenth Earth, only the Lord of Light dared to call him by his name.
The Yin-Yang Dao Master pouted: "It doesn't matter if they are human or Chaos Beasts, they have nothing to do with me. I just don't like you. Anything you try to stop, I will help. Anything you agree to, I will obstruct. What can you do to me?"
These words were truly audacious.
At the eighth-tier realm, challenging a ninth-tier Great Emperor.
"Heh heh."
The Lord of Light let out a cold laugh: "Do you know the consequences of disobeying me?"
The Yin-Yang Dao Master looked indifferent: "If you have the ability, come out of your seclusion and let's fight."
"And let this Dao Master see how much your injuries have recovered?"
The Yin-Yang Dao Master's words revealed a very important piece of information.
The Lord of Light was injured, and not lightly.
However, the Yin-Yang Dao Master's next words struck like thunder.
"To be so severely injured by a trace of Dao law left by the Thunder Master, despite being the same ninth-tier, Light, you dare to call yourself ninth-tier."
Whoosh.
A commotion erupted in the East.
The Lord of Light had actually been severely injured by a Dao law left by the Thunder Master.
For a moment, even the people in the West looked at the Lord of Light with doubt.
Was the Lord of Light truly invincible?
As ninth-tier beings, why was he severely injured by a Dao of the Thunder Master?
Why... did he not act against the provocation of the eighth-tier Yin-Yang Dao Master?
Was it fear, or inability?
Ninth-tier was, in their minds, an invincible existence.
But why... was the Lord of Light so dejected?