Outside, the valley had transformed into a relentless, bloody meat grinder. Hundreds of war vessels fired their primary spiritual cannons, lighting up the sky in blinding flashes of gold and crimson, while the combined armies of the four factions clashed head-on against the endless tide of the undead. Flesh tore, bones shattered, and the ground drank the blood of thousands of cultivators.
The frontline became a landscape of pure horror as the elite vanguard of the abyss broke through the earth. Monstrous skeletal behemoths, towering like ancient giants, stormed the battlefield with massive, bloated undead spiders impaled and fused directly onto their spines, spraying webs of necrotic silk that dragged flying vessels out of the sky.
Beside them marched phalanxes of headless Dullahans, holding their own severed, screaming heads by the hair to project waves of soul-rending wails that made the souls of weaker cultivators collapse instantly.
