In Myriad Laws Imperial Heaven, an unprecedentedly terrifying slaughter began.
This place became a Flesh and Blood Grinding Mill. At every moment, large numbers of Dao Fruit powerhouses died, fighting to the death without rest; blood flowed into rivers, blood carried away shields, and every inch of Myriad Laws Imperial Heaven was soaked through with blood.
All the Dao Fruit powerhouses were like people about to be swallowed by an abyss, not daring to relax for even an instant.
On such a cruel battlefield, even Dao Fruit Dao Children had no choice but to begin transforming their spiritual will.
The inheritance their ancestors had left them was simply too abundant, far beyond the imagination of later cultivators. So long as they truly put in some effort, the success they gained would far surpass that of those born ordinary; they might even succeed without trying overly hard.
A change began to appear on the battlefield.
"Everyone,"
"Fight, slaughter, die..."
Jiang Ding looked toward the intelligence from distant Myriad Laws Imperial Heaven and murmured inwardly.
The human race of this era had decayed too severely. Even their slaughter was disgracefully done. Every day, they simply let their soldiers kill one another while the many high-ranking powerhouses feasted, frolicked, recruited, and made promises. Only occasionally did they truly set foot on the battlefield, making fools of themselves to the utmost.
No wonder the Divine Path Demon Race Allied Forces, mere mercenaries in this war, had their ambitions grow wildly and went on to develop, strengthen, and formally rise afterward.
The weakness of the human race's powerhouses lay plain before their eyes.
How could people like this support a race?
Fortunately, fortunately indeed!
These people were merely appetizers. The true delicacy had always been there, so the Great Sun Sword Son had few