The End of the Battle for the Empty Realm

Yuan Jin raised his head and looked at Ye Futian. Could a body of flesh and blood bare his attack of the Great Path? Even true characters of the Saint Plane could not completely withstand it.

The void was silent, and the vast army had stopped fighting at this moment, looking at Ye Futian with shock. How glorious was that strike with the halberd, the Saint of War.

"How strong." The army of Emperor Xia's Realm felt the impact in their hearts, and Ye Futian's strike had wounded Yuan Jin, who wanted to borrow the Great Path to enter Saint Plane.

Of course, at this moment, Ye Futian was not faring much better. Although his body of flesh and blood could be considered near-invincible under the Saint Plane, it was not sanctified, after all, and was just a hair from it. Even if it was in an extreme state, it still could not completely disregard the attack from the pseudo-sainted Yuan Jin.