The divine battlefield spanned millions of miles; both the ground and mountain peaks were stained with the divine blood of the fallen Supreme Tyrants, rendering the battlefield barren and desolate, dark red like the eighty-first trial of the starry sky.
Skeletons, stark white and ghastly, lay scattered on the dark red earth, an ominous sight.
Just like the Hundred Battle Mountain Range, the divine battlefield was enshrouded in evil, with hazy blood shadows emerging—the source of countless fallen beings throughout history.
*Woo—*
An eerie wind swept past, casting a sinister pall over the expansive battlefield. Ghostly figures flickered amidst blood mist, and heavy, pitch-black clouds loomed perpetually in the sky, intensifying the ominous atmosphere.
*Roar—*
Powerful blood shadows appeared, ghost-like, assailing Ye Chen and his group of four with terrifying momentum, the weakest among them even being Saints.
