The era war has exploded into a white-hot stage. Era-Ancient civilization armies resourced endlessly are sweeping over this land like endless locusts. The black mass of various races criss-cross, their numbers so vast they stretch to the end of the universe.
The countless Dao Saints of the Era-Ancient civilization seem like killing machines. Hands raise, blades fall, blood seas fill the sky. Endless blood seems to submerge the entire universe, corpses scattered over the earth.
At this moment, the fate of all those participating in the battle is the same. That is death.
First kill the opponent, then be killed by the opponent. Or to be killed directly by the opponent. And the Boundary Continent where the Holy Palace is located has already split apart, even the Core of the Earth is exposed. The entire continent has turned into fragmented meteorites falling in the starry sky.
