Terran Continent, Holy Altar, more than ten years ago

The Holy Altar has been a place for the human race to worship the heroic spirits since ancient times, and over time, it has become one of the most sacred places in the other world.

At this moment, the sacred altar is shrouded in sorrow, and on the altar is the coffin of the emperor. Next to the coffin, there stood an old man dressed in a white robe, holding a white staff, and exuding a faint coercion. He is the white-robed holy priest of the Holy Altar. And under the altar are the Terran warriors who have come to the memorial service.

They all bowed their heads and silently expressed their thoughts about the Emperor, tears unconsciously running across their faces. Suddenly, a small black dot appeared in the air above the altar. The black dot grew bigger and bigger, and the Holy Priest noticed that something was wrong, as he sensed that a huge spiritual power was rapidly approaching, and at least above the imperial level.

In the Otherworld, it is a world where force is respected. Everyone is keen to perceive nature and cultivate a magical power known as spiritual power. It is said that when the spiritual power is cultivated to a certain level, it can break the rules of heaven and earth, and be proud of the sky. There are seven levels of spiritual power that people can classify. They are the scholar level, the division level, the sect level, the honorable level, the emperor level, the holy level, and the god level. Each level is divided into seven stars, and each star is divided into seven segments. When you cultivate to the god-level seven-star seven-stage, you will have the opportunity to surpass the god-level and reach a realm unknown to people. That's what all people aspire to.

When the priest looked up, the outline of the small black dot was faintly recognizable—it was a boy of about seventeen years old. As the boy got closer to the ground, the warriors below noticed that something was wrong, and when they looked up at the sky, they were greeted by a gust of wind. This is not an ordinary gale, but a galamine summoned with wind spirits. Some of those with strong spiritual power can barely stand, while those with weak spiritual power are either overwhelmed by the power of the gale, or they are crushed to the point of spitting blood from their mouths and falling to the ground and dying.

Only the Holy Priest stood in place as if nothing had happened, and the wind swayed his long run. But it can still be seen from the face of the holy priest full of surprise that this young man is by no means an idle person. The boy fell to the ground at lightning speed, kicking up a cloud of dust. Suddenly a sharp wind swept through the dust, and the dust was neatly cut like a piece of paper.

The dark clouds in the distance were also dragged by the wind, obscuring the sun and covering the earth in a gray-black gauze. The young man stood in the wind, his black hair swaying in the wind, and his handsome face showed a look of joy, looking at the holy sacrifice with a pair of childlike innocent eyes, and then turning his head to look at the few warriors.

Of the hundreds of warriors, only a few were able to stand, and all the others fell to the ground. The young man tilted his head and smiled at them, then turned his head to look at the Holy Sacrifice, and said with a smile: "Holy Sacrifice, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing lately?"

The expression of the holy priest was not as relaxed as that of the young man, but a look of surprise and fear. From the familiar face of the teenager, a terrible face in the holy war came to mind. The holy priest settled down and said, "Why don't you stay in the territory of the demon race, what are you doing here?"

Among the demons, except for the highest-ranking Night King, the Demon King, the most powerful is undoubtedly the Seven Great Shura under the command of the Demon King. Although some of them are not very old, they are definitely strong people in one side and geniuses in various fields. Rakshasa said in a tone full of "gratitude": "So you still remember me! I'm so happy! I'm just here today to get something on behalf of our great king, you shouldn't mind, right?" The holy priest snorted coldly, "Don't mind? Have you forgotten the contract you signed?" Rakshasa smiled slightly and said, "What kind of contract, the emperor is dead, which means that the contract has been invalidated." In the current world, only the strong can survive!" "Then don't even think about taking what you want!" the Holy Priest roared angrily.

The warriors who were still standing below listened, brandished their weapons and rushed towards the rakshasas. Rakshasa sighed, as if to pity these inadequate beings. Rakshasa waved his hand slightly, and the air around them suddenly became like thousands of sharp blades, staining every part of their bodies with blood. Rakshasa gently pushed his hand again, and the air around them was like cannonballs driven by his powerful spiritual power, easily piercing their chests. Blood flowed out in a steady stream, and after that, they closed their eyes forever.

"The weak will never have the right to control their own destiny, just like them, they are just a corpse in the hands of the strong. Rakshasa said lightly. There was no fluctuation in his emotions, as if he hadn't killed anyone before. Rakshasa looked at the holy sacrifice again, and said helplessly: "Actually, if I can, I really don't want to be an enemy with you. But I can't disobey the great king's mandate. So, you should hand over that thing. Stop making unnecessary sacrifices. ”

The Holy Priest looked around, and the altar was covered with dense corpses, and most of the altar was stained red with blood. You can still smell a strong smell of blood in the air, which is very miserable. The Holy Priest closed his eyes a little unbearably, and said angrily: "They will not die in vain! The time of the Demon Domain is over!"

Rakshasa sighed and said to the Holy Priest, "It seems that the negotiations have broken down. Then I have no choice but to fight!" the holy priest stopped talking nonsense, picked up the staff in his hand and slammed it on the ground. At the feet of the Holy Sacrifice, a huge spiritual array was instantly removed. The spirit array emitted a snow-white light, and waves of spiritual power emanated from the spirit array, like an unfathomable sea.

"Oh, are you finally going to get serious? It looks like things are getting interesting. Looking at the huge ** array at the feet of the holy sacrifice, Rakshasa said excitedly. "Since you're serious, it's disrespectful for me to be so indifferent. Rakshasa licked his lips and said with some bloodthirst.

As soon as the words fell, a huge spiritual power burst out from Rakshasa's body. Eerie, terrifying, bloodthirsty. The dark red spiritual power surrounded Rakshasa's side, and the smell of blood in the air became a little stronger in an instant, coupled with Rakshasa's faint smiling face. This is the real smiling Shura. In a smile, blood flowed thousands of miles!

Red and white spiritual power occupied half of the altar, and the huge wind generated by the collision of spiritual power blew their clothes left and right, the sky was already splashed with thick ink, and the lightning was constantly roaring. The big war is about to break out.