Purple-white clouds rolled across the skies, thundering with a vague rumbling of good times.
But despite the auspicious nature of the atmosphere, the Galaxy Wormhole Battlefield was still covered in a heavy killing aura with dark clouds rolling beneath the purple-white clouds. Raindrops containing impure yin energy fell from the skies, seemingly carrying a cadaveric aura that seemed to have accumulated from countless corpses.
They pattered against the ruined earth, scorched lands, and shattered space.
The ground had long since ceased resembling a battlefield. Mountains were split apart from a single punch, plains had collapsed into enormous craters from the clash between two powerhouses, and deep ravines stretched across the land from a single overwhelming technique.
Broken armaments and shattered artifacts lay half-buried nearly everywhere, their spiritual glow receding or extinguished along with their owners.
