In fact, it was not only the Third Universe's platform. Aside from the platform where the Human Race was, in that instant, who knew how many cultivators attacked cultivators from the same universe as themselves.
Though they were cultivators from the same universe, there were still grudges between them.
After all, in the same universe, resources and opportunities were limited. If they were given to another cultivator, you did not have them; if another cultivator snatched them away, you could no longer snatch them yourself.
In normal times, when they fought over all kinds of resources, conflicts had happened no small number of times.
Before this, they had still had something to strive for. They had still wanted to enter that place and let their race exist for all eternity.
But now, they had nowhere left to struggle toward. Since they were going to die anyway, they might as well take revenge first before they died.
At the very least, after taking revenge, their hearts would feel much more at ease!
And there were no small number of such cultivators.
For a time, the battle here became even more chaotic.
Cultivators from every race were fighting those demonic beasts, yet within their own ranks, there were also cultivators attacking one another.
However, even if these cultivators attacked their own companions, the demonic beasts would not treat them as companions; they would still attack them all the same.
With that, the entire battlefield was far too chaotic.
The only place that was somewhat normal was the platform where Song Zhong and the others were.
One clone after another of Song Zhong stood separately around the platform. Lightning flashed over every clone, and bolts of thunder flew out from their bodies, scattering toward the surroundings and directly condensing into a vast net