As the leaders of the various forces began to play their trump cards, the situation on the battlefield started to shift subtly. The Nether Soul Emperor, despite displaying formidable combat prowess with the Five Elements Demon Suppression Sword and the Netherworld Soul Banner, found his advantage gradually eroded under the combined assault of many experts.
"Hmph, mere ants, dare to shake the existence of me?" The voice of the Nether Soul Emperor was tinged with a hint of rage, but most of it was reluctance, considering his former glory, now humbled like a tiger fallen to the plains, bullied by dogs.
"Man and Sword as One, Soul Merging with the Five Elements!" the Nether Soul Emperor shouted loudly, his body transforming into a black mist, merging into the Five Elements Demon Suppression Sword.