High above the planet where the war raged, two gigantic space platforms floated, each large enough to house entire planetary armies.
They could move freely around the planet, tracking every step of the war in real time.
Dozens of Celestial Emperors stood aboard each one, ready to engage in combat should anything get out of control.
And at this very moment, both platforms hovered above the demonic fortress, everyone aboard watching in silence as the flames engulfed the planet.
Even from that height, one could see the purple glow spreading across the continent like a living stain, devouring everything in its path.
Its light was bright enough to paint the silent faces aboard the platforms a faint violet.
"Lord Tianjin, ten percent of the planet's surface has been set ablaze, and eighty percent of the demonic forces have already been exterminated, including their entire leadership."
