Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

The moment the barrier was torn open, it attracted the attention of everyone inside the formation.

The cultivators on both sides, who were engaged in fierce combat, stopped fighting and looked up.

When the alliance cultivators saw the two figures hurtling through the air, their eyes lit up with surprise.

The demonic cultivators of the Nine Nether Demonic Sect changed their expressions drastically.

"It was... our Great Qian's ancestor!"

Among the cultivators of the Great Qian Dynasty, someone recognized Qian Xuan and exclaimed in surprise.

"The powerful warriors of the Great Qian Dynasty have arrived! We are saved!"

"Great! Let's see how arrogant these little devils can be now!"

Hope spread like wildfire among the Allied forces, and their previously low morale soared instantly.

The demonic cultivators of the Nine Nether Demonic Sect changed their expressions drastically, their eyes filled with apprehension and unease.

"A hole has been breached in the barrier!"

"The Great Qian Ancestor, Qian Xuan! That old monster has arrived too!"

"Oh no... this is a huge problem..."

Ignoring the commotion below, the two figures flew straight towards Qian Tian in the middle of the battlefield like two streaks of light.

"Great Ancestor! Grand Ancestor!"

Upon seeing the two, Qian Tian's eyes flashed with excitement, and he quickly went to greet them.

Qianlong nodded slightly to Qiantian, then turned his gaze to the Blood Demon Ancestor not far away, his eyes filled with murderous intent:

"Blood Demon, it's been three thousand years. How have you been?"

The Blood Demon Ancestor looked at Qianlong, a hint of solemnity flashing in his scarlet eyes, before he grinned maliciously:

"Hehehe, Qianlong, I didn't expect you to still be alive and even managed to escape from the Fallen Immortal Secret Realm."

"No wonder the Great Qian dared to form this Demon-Slaying Alliance; it turns out that your existence is their greatest source of confidence."

"good."

The dragon was surrounded by dragon energy, exuding a majestic aura.

"My lifelong regret is that I failed to completely eliminate you back then."

"Today, before the shackles of heaven and earth are broken, I will end you completely!"

"Hmph, what a boastful tone!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor scoffed disdainfully.

"Even if you regain your physical body, you are now bound by the shackles of Heaven's will, and you may not be able to do anything to me!"

"Whether it works or not, you'll know once you try!"

"Tian'er," Qianlong turned to Qiantian and said.

"Leave this to me and your ancestor; you go and deal with the other demonic cultivators!"

"Yes, Emperor Taizu!"

At that moment, Qianlong and Qianxuan made their move.

"Dragon Blazing Heaven Palm!"

Qianlong clasped his hands together, and endless dragon energy gathered into a ball of golden flame.

A golden dragon roared faintly from within the flames, carrying the power to incinerate everything, as it slammed towards the Blood Demon Ancestor.

Wherever it passed, the air ignited, emitting a sizzling sound.

Qian Xuan also made his move at the same time, forming hand seals, and a huge, dark yellow seal condensed.

It was covered with ancient runes, exuding an aura that suppressed heaven and earth:

"The Mysterious Yellow Demon-Suppressing Seal!"

The great seal soared into the sky, flanking the golden fire dragon on the left and right, sealing off all of the Blood Demon Ancestor's escape routes.

"Blood Prison Demon Body!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor dared not be negligent; his blood energy and demonic energy intertwined wildly within him, causing his body to swell dramatically.

Transforming into a ten-zhang-tall phantom of a blood demon, with a wave of its hands, endless blood energy condensed into two enormous blood shields.

"Boom! Boom!"

The fire dragon and the great seal simultaneously struck the blood shield, unleashing a deafening roar.

The blood shield trembled violently, and countless cracks appeared on its surface, but it still managed to block the attack.

The Blood Demon Ancestor was forced to retreat repeatedly, his blood and qi churning.

"Your strength... has recovered so much!"

"That's enough to deal with you!"

Qianlong and Qianxuan exchanged a glance, then lunged forward again.

Dragon palms and Dao seals attacked alternately, golden dragon energy intertwined with primordial Dao power.

This created a tight net, trapping the Blood Demon Ancestor.

The three instantly engaged in battle, their dragon roars and demonic howls echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

Each collision caused the space to fluctuate violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

……

"Big brother! I'm here to help you!"

A fierce shout rang out, and Xue Wutian arrived.

He had just devoured Mingkong's essence blood, and his aura surged. Just as he was about to join the battle, he was stopped by a figure.

"Your opponent is me!"

Qian Tian stood in front of Xue Wutian, his dragon aura rising around him.

"Xue Wutian, you just killed a master of my alliance. That debt should be settled!"

"Arrogant! A mere junior dares to stop me?"

A hint of disdain flashed in Xue Wutian's eyes. He swung his blood claws, which whistled through the air as they reached for Qian Tian.

"Dry Dragon Claw!"

Qian Tian showed no weakness, his dragon energy condensing into claws, clashing head-on with Xue Wutian.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and the two men each took a few steps back, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in their eyes.

Immediately, their figures intertwined again, dragon energy and blood energy clashing, resulting in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

……

At that moment, experts at the Celestial Realm from other battlefields also arrived one after another.

The group consisted of six people: Mo Tianchou, Youming, Lengming, Luo Mie, Minghe, and Chiyuan.

He faced off against eight alliance experts—Xing Xuanfeng, Mingjue, Leng Wuyai, Beiming Cheng, Ziyang Daoren, Da Gongfeng, Yunhe, and Zhuge Xiu—from afar in the air.

Fourteen auras of the Celestial Realm intertwined.

The demonic energy collided with various spiritual energies, forming visible energy ripples.

"Kill them!"

A cold glint flashed in Mo Tianchou's eyes, and he gave the order first.

"Nine Netherworld Demons, return my Senior Brother Mingkong's life!"

Elder Mingjue roared, his eyes turning bloodshot, and his body radiating a burst of Buddhist light as he charged towards Leng Ming.

He was still deeply troubled by Mingkong's death and now regarded Lengming as his primary target.

"kill!"

The two sides instantly engaged in a chaotic battle.

Xing Xuanfeng faced off against Mo Tianchou. Starlight and demonic energy collided once again, each move containing the power to destroy the world.

The Daoist Ziyang and the Minghe fought fiercely, their Daoist aura and bloodthirsty energy eroding each other, making it difficult to determine who was superior.

Bei Mingcheng faced off against Chi Yuan, and the power of starlight continuously purified Chi Yuan's poisonous abilities.

Leng Wuyai and the Grand Elder joined forces to fight Youming, their Daoist talismans and sword light working in perfect harmony.

However, he was also entangled by the eerie and mysterious movement techniques of the underworld and could not find his form.

Yunhe and Zhuge Xiu faced Luo Mie together, their sword light and whisk threads intertwining as they barely managed to withstand the opponent's ferocious attack.

Fourteen figures darted and collided in the air, displaying a variety of supernatural powers and secret techniques, causing the heavens and earth to change color.

During the fierce battle, Leng Wuyai deliberately led Youming towards Zhuge Xiu!

Zhuge Xiu was already expending a great deal of spiritual energy, and he also had to focus on cooperating with Yun He to resist Luo Mie's fierce attacks, which gradually created openings in his defenses.

The Netherworld, who had been lurking in the shadows, seized the opportunity and suddenly transformed into a wisp of black smoke.

He circled around behind Zhuge Xiu, his pale hand, radiating a dense aura of death, and slammed it hard into Zhuge Xiu's back.

"puff!"

Zhuge Xiu was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. His fate was unknown.

Having landed a successful blow, Youming transformed into black smoke once more, heading towards Leng Wuyai and the Grand Elder once more.

"Elder Zhuge!"

Yunhe cried out in alarm, his mind in turmoil. Luo Mie seized the opportunity and chopped Yunhe on the shoulder with an axe, instantly staining his clothes with blood.

"what!"

Taking advantage of the momentum, Yunhe retreated rapidly and flashed to Zhuge Xiu's side, only to find that Zhuge Xiu had already lost his breath!

Then, with red eyes, he looked up at Leng Wuyai high in the sky and roared:

"Leng Wuyai, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

After dodging Youming's attack, Leng Wuyai, who was locked in combat with Youming, casually remarked:

"Don't talk nonsense. I didn't do it on purpose. The battlefield is unpredictable."

"Who could have imagined that Youming would shake us off and suddenly launch a sneak attack on Zhuge Xiu?"

Leng Wuyai outwardly adopted an innocent expression, but inwardly he thought:

"Hehehe, I did it on purpose, I was just trying to screw over your Qingyun Sect!"

At this moment, Luo Mie attacked again.

"Hehehe, let's see if you can suppress me all by yourself now!"

Yunhe was forced to fight Luo Mie once again.

Zhuge Xiu's death threw him into disarray, and Luo Mie seized the opportunity to launch a series of fierce attacks.

Luo Mie, relying on the berserk power he gained after his Blood Demon transformation, wielded his demonic axe with tremendous force, each strike carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Yunhe was forced to barely parry, and he already had several wounds on his body. If he dragged it out any longer, he would probably die under the axe.