"Yes!" Jian Xiaoyao, Thorn, and Qin Batian cupped their fists and left.
Holy Lord Flame turned around and knelt down on one knee toward the gate of the temple.
At the same time, the Lord Of Frost and the ten sect leaders all knelt down.
Then, the elders, deacons, and soldiers of the Sacred Alliance all knelt down in the direction of the temple.
"Winner takes all! Before you become the fifth Emperor, we will use our blood, lives, and even our souls to protect this world for you! "
The real battle was about to begin.
Jian Xiaoyao, Qin Batian, Thorn, and the elders of the three sects led an army of five hundred thousand to the southern river.
The two Sacred Lords led the remaining seven Sect Masters, the elders of the various sects, and an army of several million elites toward the eastern mountain range.
Everyone in the Sacred Alliance knew that today would be a day of blood flowing like a river.
It would be a lie to say that they weren't afraid.
But even though their bodies were trembling and they couldn't even hold onto their weapons, they still stepped onto the battlefield without hesitation.
Because they knew what kind of pain the old man in the temple was going through. All of this was to help them escape from their current predicament.
"Kill!"
"Hold on! Reinforcements will arrive soon!"
"There are too many enemies! We can't hold on much longer!"
The entire eastern mountain range had fallen into a massacre. It had turned into a battlefield of carnage.
The entire mountain range had already become a scene of desolation and was beyond recognition.
The lives of humans were as lowly as ants. Fresh blood flowed like seawater.
Severed limbs, blood, and organs covered every corner of the mountain range.
Thick smoke billowed. The soldiers of the Celestial Realm had completely merged with the hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Sacred Alliance stationed in the eastern mountain range.
This was a clash of flesh and blood!
The Celestial Realm's army was strong. Even the soldiers of the Sacred Alliance could not hold on for long with their natural terrain advantage.
Moreover, when their eyes occasionally looked up to the sky, as long as they met that man's cold eyes, their courage would crumble.
The Head of Light did not make a move. He stood on the Nine-Winged Golden Lion, with Ke Tsai by his side.
"Your Excellency, are we still not going to take action?" Ke Tsai asked, puzzled. They had arrived more than ten minutes ago. Although the Eastern Mountain Range was not far from being breached.
However, if the Head of Light were to take action, a single move would be all it would take to destroy the Eastern Mountain Range and open up a path to the Sacred Alliance.
"There's no rush," the Radiant Head replied. He gazed into the distance, waiting for certain people to arrive.
Ke Tsai reminded him uneasily, "Your Excellency, if this drags on, what if the Yellow Emperor succeeds in his tribulation?"
The Head of Light did not reply. After a while, he glanced at him.
This glance made Ke Tsai swallow all the words he wanted to say. His face turned pale as he roughly understood what the Head of Light was thinking.
At the same time, this made him feel even more uneasy. There was an insurmountable gap between the half-step Emperor Wu and the Emperor Wu. Even a low-level Emperor Wu who had just stepped into the realm of Emperor Wu was not someone the half-step Emperor Wu could fight against.
Back then, one of the three Sacred Lords of the previous Sacred Alliance, the Thunder Lord Feng Wuhen, had challenged the Samsara Heavenly Emperor.
In that battle, Feng Wuhen had been completely crushed by the Samsara Heavenly Emperor and had almost died.
If a mysterious person had not appeared in the end and saved him, Feng Wuhen's name would have been erased from the Sacred Realm.
Just as Ke Tsai was deep in thought, the Head of Light suddenly said, "Stay here and wait for me."
By the time Ke Tsai reacted, he suddenly realized that the Head of Light had already stepped into the void and arrived in the sky above the eastern mountain range.
The Head of Light slowly raised his hands. A majestic aura suddenly burst forth from his body.
At that moment, all the soldiers of the Celestial Realm retreated frantically. The faces of the soldiers of the Sacred Alliance were filled with despair.
"Are we going to die here?"
"I can't accept this. Haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?"
"Half-step Emperor Wu … Who can resist him …"
The aura released by the Head of Light was so oppressive that all the soldiers of the Sacred Alliance couldn't move.
At that moment, a ball of fire and a ball of frost suddenly shot over from afar. Like two meteors, one red and one white, they arrived in front of the Head of Light in an instant.
In the next second, the two balls of fire and frost instantly condensed into the bodies of the Holy Lord of Flame and the Lord Of Frost. Both of them reached out their hands at the same time and grabbed the shoulders of the Head of Light.
The Eastern Mountain Range was a natural battlefront for the Sacred Alliance. If this place was breached, the army of the Celestial Realm would march straight in. They would not allow the Head of Light to destroy this place just like that.
The entire place suddenly fell silent. All the soldiers of the Sacred Alliance heaved a sigh of relief.
"Heh." The Head of Light sneered. A boundless, vast energy directly burst forth from his body.
His shoulders trembled, and a huge force traveled from his shoulders to the bodies of the two Saint Lords. Suddenly, the two of them were shaken to the point where they dissipated, turning into elements that dissipated.
The soldiers of the Sacred Alliance were in an uproar. Their expressions changed.
"With just a shake of his body, he forced out the elemental transformation of the two Holy Lords!"
"This … this is Half-Step Emperor Wu? That's amazing! "
"Can the Holy Lords … Can the Holy Lords stop him?"
The figures of the Holy Lord of Flame and the Lord Of Frost quickly condensed in the air. They looked at the Head of Light at the same time.
The Head of Light was like an unchanging, majestic statue that could not be moved by the wind.
"The head of the Ten Generals of the Celestial Realm is indeed worthy of his reputation …" Holy Lord of Flame's expression was solemn.
In terms of strength, the Head of Light was not any weaker than the Space Lord. Both of them were equally powerful.
Holy Lord Blazing Flame wasn't confident that they could stop the Radiant Head of State.
At the same time, the sound of footsteps came from behind them. The seven sect masters arrived one after another. Then, the millions of soldiers of the Sacred Alliance also arrived.
This battle would begin in the Eastern Mountain Range.
The soldiers of the Sacred Alliance formed an orderly formation and set up layers of defenses.
The soldiers of the Celestial Realm were slightly disorganized. In their hearts, they were determined to win this battle.
"The Holy Lords of the Sacred Alliance are only so-so," the Head of Light said without hesitation.
These words caused Holy Lord Raging Flame's face to slowly darken. This was a blatant humiliation.
"Must we fight today?" Holy Lord of Flame was unwilling to give up.
The Head of Light's expression was cold. He stared at Holy Lord of Flame and said coldly, "Why do you need to speak so much nonsense? You should know why I'm here today."
With that, the Head of Light's eyes turned cold. Just as he was about to attack, two figures suddenly appeared behind him.
These two figures were the two Half-Step Wu Zun -level puppets controlled by the Puppet Sect Master, Sima Wangliang.
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