Two days later.
Outside the world of the Great Saint Heavens, ten immortal cities hung aloft, with blood-red immortal light dazzling, resembling ten rounds of blood suns, suspended in the starry sky, heralding ominous signs.
On the city tower of the main city, Lv Bu stood upright, his body robust, holding a Fangtian halberd, his eyes sharp as he gazed down upon the world below.
Opposite him, the Holy Heart Clan had already constructed several defensive lines outside the world's canopy.
The outermost line was a fortress made of countless transformed meteorites, filled with immortal light, and numerous formation patterns connecting into a gigantic formation.
Inside the hollowed-out meteorites, a cold light flickered, exuding a terrifying momentum, causing the void to tremble.
The second formation comprised more than fifty immortal cities, with countless Holy Heart Clan soldiers holding weapons, their gaze firm, ready to fight at any moment.
