At this moment, in the Second Great Mortal World of the Lower Realm.
The heavens seemed to have fallen.
The once magnificent Mortal World had been devastated beyond recognition, with countless corpses scattered across the earth and the heavens. Rivers had dried up, mountains had collapsed, and entire regions had been reduced to nothing but barren wastelands.
The blood of countless beings stained the shattered earth red.
The remnants of countless Divine Powers still lingered in the surroundings, but even those terrifying fluctuations were gradually fading, leaving behind only an oppressive silence.
The Lower Realm had lost, utterly and completely.
Of the countless cultivators who had risen to resist the Cleansing, those who had not perished had already lost the ability to continue fighting.
The remaining army of the Upper Realm had gathered behind the Lightning Tribulation Divine Deity, their expressions ranging from indifference to barely concealed excitement.
