Immortal Demon Border.
An almost transparent light membrane separated the Immortal and Demon Worlds, with vast armies stationed on both sides. Though they were too far apart for eye contact, the tense atmosphere perpetually lingered over the battlefield, keeping everyone's heart and mind on constant alert.
Everyone was waiting, waiting for further orders from the Immortal Emperor or the Demon Emperor.
Battle?
Peace?
There had to be a result; it was impossible for such massive armies from both worlds to simply encamp at the border indefinitely, especially considering the astronomical resources consumed daily by such vast forces.
Were it not for the numerous domains of the Immortal Realm—vast and boundless—how could such large-scale battle consumption be sustained?
Lin Chen was meditating in the barracks when a sudden, urgent knocking sound erupted outside.
The room door opened, and Jiang Yunfeng looked excited, his complexion slightly pale, very much agitated.
