Sheets of blood rain fell from the sky.
The crowd rushed forth in waves, one batch after another perished, and yet another batch surged up, endless in number, resisting the great calamity.
Some of the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals holding up the Heavenly Shield fell, replaced by mortals.
The scene Sun Wukong had once seen, was now inevitably unfolding.
In the Asura Realm, as the invincible incarnations attacked, mountains collapsed one after another.
The Immortals and Buddhas in the sky cast spells to block, brilliant and fierce, yet still retreating step by step.
With every fierce attack, someone would inevitably fall, and the blood dyed the light of the spells red.
The battle was intense, the Asura Realm was dark and dim, the defensive line precarious.
"This can't go on."
With a swing of Ziwei's sword, a heavy burden descended.
