Miao and the others were steeped in despair. As high-ranking members of the Demon Clan, although they had not personally experienced the great war between gods and demons in the Primordial Era, they were absolutely aware of the legends surrounding those mighty Shamans. How powerful the Demon Clan once was in that ancient age? Yet, they were driven out of the Demon Realm and forced into the Abyss by these Great Shamans. The Shamans were practically the bane of demons.

Moreover, within this Grand Formation, they distinctly felt their internal strength being fiercely suppressed, while the opponent’s aura was multiplying manifold. Ye Jingyu’s cultivation had already reached the Grand Level (). Zhu Rong and the others, having absorbed so much power, had also reached the Grand Level. Especially Gou Mang; although he transformed later, his true form was the Jianmu tree, which had absorbed vast amounts of Wood Spirit Qi, making the attainment of the Grand Level an almost effortless achievement for him.

At this, he directly manifested his true form: standing astride two divine dragons, with a human face and the body of a bird. In a flash, he was before the battlefield generals surrounding Miao, raising his hand to strike directly at Miao at the center. In an instant, his arm resembled a colossal tree trunk, slamming down fiercely upon Miao.

The remaining twelve generals beside Miao roared in unison, simultaneously raising their arms toward the sky. Beams of dark light continuously formed, weaving a black shield above them. But when that massive arm smashed onto the light shield, a deafening crack echoed out. The black light shield shattered instantly, and the twelve generals simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, Zhu Rong, Tian Wu, and Han Ba’s figures charged forward. Zhu Rong’s body instantly transformed into a fiercely burning inferno, enveloping all the demons within it. Tian Wu turned into a fierce gale, causing the flames to surge dramatically. As for Han Ba, he morphed into a cloud of bloody mist, merging seamlessly into this great fire.

Facing the full assault of the Four Great Heavenly Shamans, looks of terror spread across the faces of Miao and his cohorts. Those twelve generals strained desperately to elevate their power, attempting to resist such an attack. But this was, after all, within the Twelve Heavenly Shamans' Annihilation Grand Formation; their strength had been reduced to almost nothing. How could they possibly withstand this onslaught? Almost instantly, their bodies were engulfed by the flames, completely consumed...

Just then, Hou Yi nocked his Sun-Slaying Divine Bow. The black Sun-Slaying Divine Arrows shot out streaks of cold black light, the arrowheads aimed directly at Miao, who was encircled by the twelve generals.

Locked down by Hou Yi’s Sun-Slaying Divine Bow, Miao felt cold sweat bead up on his back, one drop after another. Sensing the ever-intensifying flames around him, and the corrosive bloody mist swirling within the heat, he knew that if this continued, he would surely meet a fate without burial.

Daring not to contemplate further, he reached into his robes with one hand and pulled out a blood-red great bowl, immediately placing it over his head...

In that instant, a sea of blood churned forth...

(War Soul has written over two million characters. Xingchen has never taken leave or anything similar. I have always wanted to persevere until the end and then take a proper rest. But some things have happened these past few days that have made Xingchen truly depressed, very depressed. I got up past eight this morning, sat at the computer until 1:30 PM, haven't eaten a single bite or drunk a drop of water, yet I've only managed to write this much. It's not that Xingchen is being overly dedicated; it’s just that today I truly have no mood to eat, drink, or write. I also don't want to just churn out six thousand characters to fool everyone. This is the first time I am requesting leave. As self-punishment, starting tomorrow, I will ensure I post at least four updates every day this month, continuing until the end of the month. If there is a day mid-month where I fail to update, or the word count falls below eight thousand characters, then you readers don't need to send me bricks or votes anymore! I apologize, my Stars. I will definitely adjust my state of mind today. Taking today off, I hope my brothers can understand!)