The battlefield had become a living hell.
Countless beings perished beneath the overwhelming pressure descending from the heavens, their bodies and souls disintegrating before they could even comprehend what had happened.
The Lower Realm's ancient powerhouses fell one after another.
The Guardian Deity of Dragon King Temple, the Supreme Bodhisattva, the Silver Stream Sword Immortal, and many others, these were beings who had survived countless calamities, witnessed the rise and fall of innumerable generations, and stood at the pinnacle of the Lower Realm for millions of years.
Yet now, they had perished just like that.
Their deaths were so sudden that countless cultivators could hardly believe what they had witnessed.
Some stared blankly at the heavens, others trembled uncontrollably, and some could no longer muster even the slightest trace of fighting spirit.
What meaning did resistance have when even Vagrant Immortals could be killed so effortlessly?
