No matter how powerful that monster was, once it emerged, only destruction awaited it. Within the Gumana Universe, the three Eternal Ones suppressed everything. Even if that monster were born, it would at most be a monster on the level of a Warlock Emperor. So long as the three Eternal Ones acted, they could utterly wipe it out.
Of course, the residual malice and curses within the Blood Moon Battlefield would not cease, because they were merely malice and curses left behind by the universe's origin. They had no thoughts and could only act on instinct.
With a flip of his hand, Yang Feng produced the jewel of the Shiduona Civilization, which suddenly pointed in one direction.
Yang Feng's figure flickered slightly, transforming into a streak of light as he flew straight in that direction.
He flew for three consecutive days. During those three days, all kinds of curses and endless conglomerations of malice filled every corner.
Besides that, there were many Gumana Universe elites who had been corroded by those curses and malice. The strength of those corroded Gumana Universe elites had undergone earth-shaking changes, and many of them radiated terrifying fluctuations of Warlock King-level power.
Whenever Yang Feng saw those Gumana Universe elites corroded by curses and malice, he kept far away, unwilling to become entangled with them.
The Blood Moon Battlefield was filled with malice and curses, perilous to the extreme, with almost no usable resources.
At the same time, Eternal Rifts lay hidden everywhere across the battlefield. They were spatial wounds left behind by battles between Eternal One-level experts. The moment a Cosmic Sea Level expert touched an Eternal Rift, they would instantly turn to ashes.
Many broken weapons from the previous Universe Wars lay scattered throughout the Blood Moon Battlefield. Those weapons had all been