The instant two faint streaks of light plunged into the pitch-black rift, the thousand-mile fissure shuddered violently.
The Demon Tide, held firmly in check by the Divine Court's laws, suddenly surged backward. Ruins suspended in the void burst apart, spraying fine shards of space across the sky.
The disturbance was immense. It swept across the entire Returning Ruins Battlefield, drawing every gaze and the senses of every High God.
The four High Gods holding the demon generals at bay turned their heads at once. A rare flicker of surprise crossed their eyes, normally as still as they had been for eternity.
A Saint Tier cultivator had forced back a High God, then vanished into a rift between layers of space.
Everything about this battle defied belief.
At the heart of the battlefield, the High God of the Divine War Department stood where he was as the frozen void around him slowly began to flow again.
Not a speck of dust marked his robes. He stood straight as an ancient divine mountain; all trace of the half-step he had been driven back had vanished. There was no anger on his face, nor any frustration.
He had held the rank of High God and governed the order of the heavens for ten thousand years. Ordinary victories and defeats, the struggles of ants to break free—none of it could shake his resolve.
He turned slowly, his gaze settling on the six restless demon generals before him.
The disturbance had drawn everyone's attention. Several demon generals had seized the chance to break partway free of their restraints. Their Malevolent Energy soared as their claws tore through the black mist, ready to charge the defensive line again.
The High God of the Divine War Department raised a hand. His punch was plain, without a gathering