Gray mist shrouded the Sky Dome, and the hot wind was thick with the stench of sulfur.
At the end of the sky, countless flashes continuously fell. Iron fragments drenched in Hell Sediment dropped from above like meteors.
The rain never ceased, falling upon the cracked wasteland.
Like the Endless Sea defended by East Xia, this was the Depth manifestation beyond the Russian Union that encompassed countless borderlands—the Iron Rain Wasteland.
What had once been an endless expanse where mechanical borderlands could roam freely had now been stained red with black scorch marks and blood.
After the defensive front of the War of All Realms expanded to encompass thirty entire depths of the Depth Zone, this boundless wasteland likewise extended beneath the depths.
It became a battlefield.
Countless hordes, The Solidifier, Hell Creatures, and even the rulers' palaces descended here, bringing war, destruction, and the most insignificant slaughter.
At its most perilous, even the fourth layer of defense had been breached, touching the edge of the Present Realm.
And when the tide turned, a vast torrent once more crushed the tidal surge of hell, driving everything from the abyss back into the abyss.
The seemingly endless war was here.
In the Endless Sea, in the Land of Mist that covered the American borderlands, in the earthfire domain of the Middle East, beneath Rome's infinitely deep earth in its endless caverns, as well as within India's labyrinths and Egypt's Sky Dome domain...
This was the true War of All Realms.
The struggle between the Present Realm and hell, between humanity and the abyss.
Yet today, on this very day, all turmoil had strangely ceased. Amid everyone's uneasy vigilance and wariness, countless hordes and legions from hell retreated into their own fortresses and palaces.
The winds were calm and the waves still.