"Rumble..."
At the core battlefield of the Returning Ruins Interlayer fissure, the slaughter had already reached a complete boiling point.
The void repeatedly shattered and reformed. Fine spatial fragments rained down in a flutter, only to be ground into nothingness by the interwoven Divine Light and Demonic Energy before they could touch the ground.
The three High Gods stood in three corners of the heavens, upright as ancient divine mountains, firmly sealing the fissure's exit.
The four demon generals charged without fear of death, their pitch-black Demonic Bodies battering the Divine Light barrier again and again. Every collision sent tremors rolling for thousands of miles.
The entire Returning Ruins world hummed faintly, as though it could no longer withstand the repeated tearing of two supreme forces. Even the very fabric of heaven and earth quivered.
Yet no matter how violently the demonic tide surged, it could never break through the narrow pass guarded by the High Gods.
This carefully arranged, astonishingly defensive little battlefield truly lived up to the saying: one man held the pass, and ten thousand could not force their way through.
Within the pass, the leaking demonic tide was shredded layer by layer by the battlefield's aftershocks.
The low-rank demons swept out from the depths of the fissure were dissolved by the turbulent clash of Divine Light and Demonic Energy before they could approach the Central Army Camp's defensive line. Not even one in ten remained.
The few stragglers that managed to break through had already reached their limit.
Before long, the situation on the outer battlefield reversed.
The surging demonic waves lost their initial savagery, leaving only scattered black mist wandering and corroding the camp.
The border cultivators' taut battle line finally began to advance slowly.
The military camp's once-precarious defenses gradually stabilized.
Central Army Commander