The Beehive World and every warship witnessed the Demon Realm's barrier shatter.
The scene remained immensely shocking. The heavy cannons and other weapons did not cease fire, instead locking onto areas where vast numbers of Demonic Beasts had gathered and bombarding them without pause. Though no sound could be heard in the void, the violent fluctuations of energy could still be felt, along with the visual feast of flashing, exploding lights of every color—like a spectacular Silent Film.
Zhen Bei glanced at the battlefield data displayed on the screen.
He could tell the bombardment was about to end. What came next would be the real war. He strode outside, waving to all the immortal generals standing within the grand hall.
The immortal generals departed in orderly fashion. Most were Snake Demon Immortal Generals, along with human immortal generals and Half-Dragon People immortal generals.
They left the immortal palace, took to the air, and flew toward their respective armies.
On the outer deck of the gray metal immortal palace.
Several immortal cultivators were treating the Three-Headed Wyvern's wounds. The Wyvern held its right wing membrane high, making it easier for the immortal cultivators to apply immortal medicine. As it received treatment, it indulged its habit of chattering away. Three heads speaking at once were truly deafening.
"Did you think three heads meant three souls? Actually, there is only one. The advantage is that I can do several things at once."
Its heavy, muffled voice made their ears ache.
One immortal cultivator, who was welding damaged scales with precious materials, became interested.
"Do your three heads each represent a different meaning? For example, does one head represent wisdom, while another represents..."
Before the immortal cultivator could finish, the Three-Headed Wyvern cut him off.
"No, that is wrong."
The middle head shook, its