The universe's structure was vastly different now.
In the noisy, bustling worlds, the universe once more stirred up a relatively small war.
Of course, it was small compared to the Human-Shaman War. But in truth, this was a war involving multiple Rank Twos. To many civilizations, its intensity was not much less than that of the Human-Shaman War.
Within the Fast Universe, all kinds of flying vessels were being mobilized. Most transported supplies, while some were warships.
They raced about, pursuing those of the Demonic Path, grinding them into pulp and driving them into corners to be crushed to death.
If anyone tried to resist, great powers swiftly moved to suppress them. Many Rank Threes of the Demonic Path chose to withdraw rather than clash head-on.
That was because the Rank Twos of the Demonic Path had not acted, while the Rank Ones could not even be bothered to pay attention.
The Demonic Path had never been a monolithic slab, and Demonic Path Rank Ones were almost utterly indifferent toward those beneath them.
Surely no one expected Heavenly Demons to shelter them? Or were they counting on Death Demons?
Thus, without sufficient high-rank powers intervening, Li Qi's campaign to eradicate the Demonic Path from Dream City was swift, sharp, and progressing at an unbelievable pace.
This was a struggle long anticipated, long prepared for, long foreseen. It had merely finally erupted.
Across countless battlefields, dead corpses lay scattered every which way. Humanoid creatures crushed until they lacked arms or legs were everywhere, while smashed, twisted, burned-out vehicles and all manner of machinery filled the universe.
Above chaotic Dream City, all kinds of aircraft circled through the skies. Everywhere, people attacked others from rooftops and windows with weapons they knew how to use.
Yet the most chaotic thing on the battlefield