Endless streams of Cultivators, Demon Soldiers, and Demon Generals were conscripted and assembled, surging into this flesh-and-blood millstone.
The war fortresses of all realms were like colossal constellations of war, slowly moving through the chaotic void, pouring heaven-shattering divine radiance, demonic flames, and Sorcery upon the tide-like flood of the Outer Domain. Slaughter was the eternal theme of this region, and chaos its unchanging undertone.
Si Lingle's figure appeared at the edge of the deck of a massive Divine Ship Battleship. Her arrival did not draw much attention—in a battlefield where powerhouses gathered like clouds and a myriad of auras tangled together, she had deliberately restrained that unique, silence-chill within her that was enough to freeze Time itself.
