"It's too peaceful. I have an ominous premonition," a Demon Race expert whispered.
The sky, the earth, the mountains and rivers, the gentle breeze—everything fell still at this moment, as if the entire Northern Border Demon Race had been frozen in eternity.
Utter silence.
Sound also made no further move.
Li Chaoge emerged from the distance, standing silently on the ruins. His handsome face was clearly visible, his magnificent figure a stark contrast to the Scorched Earth.
Everyone waited.
Time crawled by, each moment an agony for those waiting.
This was true for the Human Clan and the Demon Race, both within and beyond the battlefield.
RIIIP!
Suddenly, the Dayan battlefield, enveloped by the Heavenly Fortune Tao, seemed to be torn apart by something. A rift appeared, reflecting terrifying power fluctuations.
Soon, as the rift widened, the Heavenly Fortune Tao receded like a tide. The fragmented ruins of the battlefield were fully exposed to everyone's gaze.
