Gu Lie and the others, having withdrawn from the main battlefield, gazed at the distant scene in terror. Feeling those two auras steadily rising, an indescribable fear erupted from the depths of everyone's hearts, followed by a profound sense of helplessness.
In their eyes, it was as if two gods were heedlessly displaying their power without caring whether this world lived or died. As humans, they could only watch, only passively accept the outcome that would follow.
Powerlessness, panic, and unease about the future were all reflected in their hearts.
They could do nothing. They could change nothing.
This was what it meant to be weak.
And at this moment, it was not only those near the battlefield. Survivors across every part of the continent felt the same way.
Those who had survived within the blood river had all, without exception, once considered themselves strong.
But at this moment, the strength they had once believed they possessed was nothing but a joke!
Gazing at the horizon, white and black Dou Qi intertwined and clashed, as if day and night were wantonly fighting for control of the world. The entire continent trembled because of it.
And for those who had pursued strength their entire lives, there was not even the slightest trace of envy now. There was only overflowing terror.
Silently, the ideal Xiao Yan had always pursued gained everyone's acknowledgment at this moment.
This was the true Law of the Jungle.
The strong could act as they pleased, while the weak were merely fish beneath the blade.
This understanding, once embraced and pursued by every one of them, had become a joke at this moment.
Boom!!!
Energy powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth collided violently, dragging the entire world into its aftershock.
As everyone fell into utter despair, the