Though the Azure Robe Sword Saint and the Undying Master had stubbornly held back the Extraterritorial Evil Clan's offensive, the Great Thousand World's territory was being steadily devoured by Demonic Qi.
At the border between the Great Thousand World and the Demon Domain, the earth lay in ruins, the sky was dim, and even space itself was unstable, cracks spreading across it from time to time.
Over the past few years, both sides had used this place as their battlefield, pouring in countless experts. Innumerable powerhouses from both sides had fallen, staining the land a dark crimson and making it seem incomparably tragic.
This continent was the most important battlefield between the Great Thousand World and the Extraterritorial Evil Clan, and thus it was called the Spirit Demon Continent.
Across the continent, bottomless ravines crisscrossed and stretched endlessly like the gaping maws of demons. Within them, torrents surged and crashed against the mountain rocks, producing deafening roars.
One side of the Spirit Demon Continent was the Demon Domain, while the other was the Great Thousand World.
During the previous five years, the war on the Spirit Demon Continent had never ceased. Yet today, this continent steeped in blood had fallen into an eerie and rare calm.
However, everyone knew that beyond this calm, a devastating storm was brewing—one that would determine the fate of countless living beings in the Great Thousand World.
If they could weather it, the Great Thousand World would enjoy peace from then on. Otherwise, countless billions of lives would be reduced to slaves, butchered at will, their lives worse than death.
Thus, at this moment, countless secret arts were activated. Spiritual Power transformed into Spirit Mirrors, which projected the scenes of the Spirit Demon Continent into every corner of the Great Thousand World.
On this day,