At this moment, every player qualified to join the battlefield was at least a Saint of Blazing Fire, and most wielded Kindling weapons while bearing the blessing of Reincarnation Origin Essence.
With Rogue's power linking and empowering them, they could now revive without limit.
There was no need to mention the Lord of the End's own strength. Nor was He fighting alone—each of His incarnations possessed strength nearly equal to the main body. It could be said that every one of them was the main body.
These so-called "incarnations" were actually a manifestation of His use of time's power. He used His own talent as a foundation to carve out portions of the Engraved River.
If His control over the Engraved River had been greater, He could have subdivided them infinitely.
After all, time had no smallest unit.
It was precisely because both sides wielded such terrifying power.
That, for a time, the entire Burning Land trembled.
This was not an exaggerated description.
The two sides truly shattered all the land of the Prosperity Era, sinking it beneath the ocean as seawater flooded in.
Countless lives at this point in time died in that horrific disaster—but Rogue had no time to care about that now, and the Lord of the End held all life in contempt.
"You damned ants!"
"Die!"
Every trait contained within the Lord of the End bloomed forth. He roared, yet neither Rogue nor the players failed to hear the bluster hiding His weakness.
The players could not be killed. No matter how fiercely He slaughtered them, it was all pointless.
Unless the Reincarnation Origin Essence ran dry.
But was that possible?
The war continued for a long time.
Yet the first thing to tip the scales was not anything on the battlefield.
It came from beyond