At that moment, time seemed to stretch into eternity as dozens of Beast Gods suffered devastating blows, each displaying images of flesh flying and souls shattering.
The air was thick with the scent of iron and the burnt smell of scorched flesh.
Accompanied by heart-wrenching wails, it was like a tragic elegy.
Echoing over the battlefield, it made the entire scene appear exceedingly desolate and tragic.
However, amidst this chaos and desperation, everything changed in an instant.
Those Beast Gods, originally heavily injured or on the brink of death.
Relying on the remaining power within their bodies, or burning their lifespans to gain energy.
They frantically tore at the surrounding space barriers, trying to break free from the shackles between life and death.
Space cracks appeared like ghastly wounds, continuously opening and closing in the Void.
Each tremor seemingly announced the Beast Gods' persistence and resilience in their pursuit of life.
