Half an hour later, above the Sky Dome, the last trace of afterglow faded.
A rift suddenly split open across the earth.
A bizarre giant worm burrowed out from beneath the crust, opened its mouth, and spat out a pitch-black array that spread across the entire fortress pass.
A legion composed of countless murderous groups, carried by the Depth Worm, instantly crossed two depths and descended into this hell of unceasing storms.
Yet amid the deathly silence, every army that had arrived brimming with murderous intent fell into stunned stillness.
All was silent.
Before them lay no fierce battlefield, no brutal slaughter, only ruins scattered everywhere. The traces of frost had yet to fade, and the Styx mud that had melted countless corpses still exuded foul, poisonous fumes.
And countless bodies...
Everything had already ended.
All that remained before the reinforcements was a ruin overflowing with corpses, quietly emanating the air of decay and extinction.
Gone. Everything was gone.
At the very front, the dark-green Plague Iron Cavalry stood frozen in place, staring around in disbelief. In the end, their gazes all converged upon the center of the fortress pass.
That deep fissure which had pierced through every defense.
It was as though some colossal creature had ravaged the earth, drawing closer step by step, boring through the lofty, impregnable fortress pass and brutally crushing every obstacle in its path before heading straight toward the End of Hell.
What it left behind was only a scar stretching to the end of the earth and the storm...
The hollow eyes of countless corpses had lost all light, as if they were still blankly watching these late-arriving reinforcements. Even battle-hardened elite troops could not help but shudder.
Had they come to hunt Ascenders from the Present Realm, or had they accidentally stumbled