Tens of thousands of disciples from the Nine Heavens Holy Land moved in perfect unison, each wielding a variety of incredibly powerful magical artifacts.
They stood solemnly in front of the sect, forming a tight defensive formation.
Everyone wore a grim expression, preparing for the impending life-or-death battle.
And above the sky beyond the Nine Heavens Sacred Land.
One after another, enormous Dao ships completely covered the sky above the Nine Heavens Holy Land.
On the deck of a seven-star Daoist boat directly ahead, Ding Mocun, the sect leader of the Dayan Holy Land, stood against the wind, dressed in a long, jet-black robe.
He was tall and imposing, with a cold and serious face.
His imposing presence, even without anger, commands respect and awe!
With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood proudly at the forefront of the rebel army, like an insurmountable mountain.
Behind Dingmo Village.
Twenty powerful Emperor-level experts, whose auras were so strong they were suffocating, stood in a row.
Each of them possessed extraordinary abilities, and their bodies radiated an extremely terrifying pressure!
Just standing there is enough to make the world change color.
These powerful individuals all came from forces that betrayed humanity, and even the one with the lowest cultivation level had reached the early stage of the Great Emperor realm.
Just when he thought he could finally wipe out his long-time nemesis, the Nine Heavens Holy Land, in one fell swoop, he realized that he was finally able to eliminate his mortal enemy of many years.
On Ding Mocun's face.
Involuntarily, a smug smile crept across his face.
His narrow eyes narrowed slightly as he coldly gazed at the people of the Nine Heavens Holy Land who were on high alert.
A chilling glint flashed in his eyes.
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