At the edge of the Primordial Immortal Realm, Old Army Fortress.
The Gods and Demons Battlefield lay dim and blood-red.
Inside the tent, Bai Yujun took off her long dress, folded it neatly, and put it away. She pulled out a slightly tight set of close-fitting clothes. Her dragon horns were growing larger and larger, making pullovers inconvenient, so she had switched to a zipper style.
After slipping her arms in, she first pulled out her long hair, then drew up the zipper and tightened the collar.
She swiftly put on the trousers next, connecting them snugly to the top. Her slender figure appeared even more delicate.
The first War Drum sounded outside. Armor clanged as countless old soldiers gathered toward the frontline fortress, filling the air with a grim killing intent.
The Devil Race on the other side was also mobilizing troops and appointing generals. Both sides prepared with remarkable tacit understanding for the decisive battle that would determine their fates. The Primordial Immortal Realm was undergoing tremendous change; before its outcome emerged, this was the Devil Race's final chance for a large-scale invasion. If they failed, they could only slowly nibble away at the Great Worlds outside the various immortal domains in the future.
The Small Worlds had practically been abandoned by the Devil Race. Going there meant no return.
From within the tent, she could hear Divine Officials in the distance calling names and mustering generals.
There was still some time before the battle erupted, so Bai Yujun took the opportunity to maintain her armor, touching up its paint and repairing minor flaws.
Outside was grim and bustling, while the tent seemed like another world.
Her fair hand brushed aside the strands of hair before her eyes. She exhaled a trace of Dragon Breath, melting metal powder