The battlefield had grown even more chaotic. Screams and angry shouts rose and fell in waves. Li Xuanfeng and Lingu Rao watched, when suddenly, a sharp screech pierced the sky. A new demonic cloud was surging toward the battlefield from the north.0

"Lord Gao and Master Monk Luejin’s forces have arrived!"0

A loud shout rang out over the battlefield, followed by a blast of scorching heat. Zhong Qian’s expression shifted and he retreated with a sweep of his spear, shattering the incoming fire. The tip of his spear now glowed faintly red.0

A man appeared in the sky, wearing a dark red and black robe, a golden jade belt, and dark crimson boots. His eyes were deep-set and sharp as he leaned on a cavalry lance amid the clouds and...0