The battlefield stood in a tense silence, the oppressive aura of the Nine Evil Yin's overwhelming reinforcements crushing the spirits of even the Eternal Jade Heaven Immortal Realm's most powerful defenders. Their numbers, their might, and the absence of their realm's most powerful protectors painted a grim picture. Yet amidst the chaos, one figure remained utterly unshaken.
Azmodeus.
He stood amidst the broken remains of countless Immortal God and Emperor cultivators, his blade lowered but still gleaming with the blood of his enemies. His calm demeanor was unshaken, his expression betraying neither fear nor urgency. Instead, a faint smile played across his lips, as if he alone saw the battlefield from a vantage point none could comprehend.
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