The Birth of the Abyss

The destructive aftershocks of the battle grew ever more violent. The Dragon God soared up from the east, the Sea Clan swept across the waves of the four seas, and the World Tree standing in the west sent out one crystalline vine after another.

Some attacked the Evil God above the heavens directly, while others used their power to reinforce the world, keeping the divine battle from destroying it too quickly.

Powerful fighters of every race across the world joined in. Though they could not aid the God of War and the others on their battlefield, they did everything they could to keep the world from collapsing.

At the sight of this epic scene, a surge of emotion welled up in Chen Cheng. He wished he had lived in this time and could have taken part in the battle to save the world.

Though every race had brought its strongest fighters to bear, this was the age of the Orc race, and they still had the most. Yet after the Human race's war of rebellion against them and their sacrifice to destroy the world, fewer than fifty Demigod Level fighters remained on the continent.

If Lyka had not been up there holding the line and blocking the vast majority of the battle's aftershocks, the continent's remaining fighters would likely have died long ago.

But as time went on, even the strongest fighters of every race could no longer block all the aftershocks.

A vast spatial rift, like a crack across the sky, sliced toward them. Swish! The land beneath the Great Sage and the others was severed from the rest of the continent in an instant.

Countless people were swallowed by the Void Storm and died in that instant. Just as the Great Sage was about to share their fate,