Boom! Another earth-shattering explosion, but it did not mean the war was over.
For Saint Fighters—professional warriors—schemes and tactics could often only be used once, because veterans would easily adjust their tactical composition.
Beasts, too, would avoid traps that hurt and distress them. They would learn all kinds of lessons through injury and setbacks.
Even a stray dog that had been abandoned might become distrustful and aggressive toward humans after suffering all manner of misfortune.
Life could improve.
But a biological weapon designed purely for slaughter did not have that function.
Progress and learning both brought change, and for a "weapon," "change" itself might be the greatest source of instability.
"Again."
An enormous amount of Life Points was replenished into Lu PingAn, then turned into attack after attack, sacrifice after sacrifice.
This time, countless reinforcements served as "kindling," ensuring the operation could continue.
And naturally, the extra cost was paid for extra gains.
Having reached this stage, the war strangely aligned with Lu PingAn's "theory." Lives were being exchanged, whether the enemy's or their own.
Would they simply keep "exchanging" until the end?
Once again, the gravely wounded Evil Beast, swaying on the verge of collapse, was intercepted. The giant dragon became a wall once more, and just as the sun in the sky was about to descend again—
Boom!
What exploded first was the land beneath them.
Had the Evil Beast adjusted its behavioral logic, or had it chosen to self-destruct rather than cling to life? The hurried scouts quickly reached a conclusion.
"That space is sinking. The battlefield is about to fall into another world!!"
Lu PingAn, standing on the battlefield, looked up. The torn sky still had not closed, but he vaguely sensed countless pairs of eyes watching him.
The God Above Gods, Brain-Chewing Claw, had finally