Gathering Storm

The connection point between the God Realm and the Demon Realm---the Well of Gods and Demons.

A fierce battle was currently taking place within this peculiar little world of the Well of Gods and Demons.

The combat was divided into two main battlefields.

The sky and the ground.

The people fighting here could all soar through the skies and burrow through the earth, yet they shared a tacit understanding to leave the sky to the strong.

Not many fools would contend with powerhouses for the beautiful scenery of the high heavens.

Any hundred-meter-long sword qi casually slashed out by the cultivators present was a mere trifle, requiring not the slightest effort.

Although the scenery and field of view at high altitudes were excellent, it was simultaneously a living target.

The two factions fighting on the ground:

One side was an alliance of one hundred million formed by the human, demon, ghost, and monster clans.

The other side was an elite force of five million composed of immortals and gods.

The gap in numbers between the two sides was extremely huge, yet the gap in combat strength was not all that massive.

This was because nearly ninety percent of the one-hundred-million-strong alliance was composed of humans and ghosts.

The gap in strength between the human and ghost races when compared to immortals and gods was still very large.

Those who could truly go toe-to-toe with immortals and gods were the demons, but because the Demon Clan practiced a philosophy where the strong were supreme, their internal infighting was far too severe during normal times, so their numbers were not very high.

The Monster Clan could barely contend with immortals and gods, but their world and tribes had already been annihilated; the monster-clan members on the battlefield at this moment were merely