In truth, the moment the Ranch Owner devoured the Primal Rift, terrifying upheaval had already spread from the abyss, even faster than the depth storm.
But it acted upon the horde.
Whether it was the connection between the archangels and the Ranch Owner, or the Primal Rift's control over its offspring, both were rooted directly in their souls, as though they were one.
The moment the sacrament began, that connection started to surge and fluctuate violently, becoming difficult to maintain.
The Ranch Owner needed to draw away most of its strength to complete the holy fetus, while the Primal Rift, resisting the corrosion, had no choice but to exhaust its own descendants, preventing itself from falling completely into the food chain and becoming part of the Beatific Land.
In this agonizing, difficult tug-of-war, both sides pulling the rope exerted all their strength, yet the ones truly being depleted were the War Angels and the split-off Aberrations.
They could not even stop the war before them.
Under the orders of the Ranch Owner and the Primal Rift, the hordes and legions, mere tools, devoured one another in an attempt to weaken the other side.
A literal Hell Battlefield unfolded amid the slaughter.
The struggle for Peace Star was about to spiral out of control—
At a time like this, in these brief and chaotic few minutes, how could the Sled Captain, lurking in secret as the referee, stay out of it?
Watching the blood flow like rivers, the devastation everywhere, the fierce battle between archangels and Extinction Species, and hearing the wails filling his ears, Huai Shi furiously rose from the mud.
He raised his claw and brought it down.
"Stop fighting!"
The End Beast cried out mournfully, "You'll never kill anyone fighting like this!"
Boom!
Amid the spreading storm, Hero's