Outside the first Holy City, slaughter was overwhelming.
The combatants struck at one another.
There was no grudge between the two sides; the opponent might be the benevolent lord protecting one side, or the pillar of a nation, a race, or a family, yet all were engaged in battles of life and death.
Regardless of identity, indifferent to right and wrong, here, nobility or baseness of morality did not matter, only battle intent and combat power!
"Father! Mother!"
"Ancestor!"
"Child!"
One person after another died, with grieving howls emitted from every corner of the universe, as their closest friends and family were slain.
Countless people lamented: "Previously, I thought value games that assessed insight and ruling methods to determine the victor were unfair, only now realizing how perilous it is to contest combat power."
"They will all die; run quickly, Immortals, Earth Immortals, don't remain!"
