At this moment, in the Second Great Mortal World.
*Boom!* *Boom!* *Boom!*
Countless explosions continued to erupt above the devastated heavens, illuminating the darkened skies with brilliant flashes of light.
Each explosion represented the final sacrifice of a cultivator who had chosen to burn everything they possessed in exchange for a fleeting opportunity.
Across the vast Mortal World, countless beings stared at the terrifying spectacle unfolding above their heads, their expressions filled with grief and despair.
Some wept silently and some clenched their fists until their nails pierced their palms, unable to accept the helplessness they felt.
The mortals knelt upon the ground, raising their heads towards the heavens as they continued to pray.
They knew that the cultivators fighting above were the final hope of the Lower Realm.
Yet, even after witnessing so many supreme prodigies sacrifice themselves, the outcome was still uncertain.
