Across the boundless land, hundreds of billions of people fought without pause. Sword flashes and saber lights crisscrossed, collapsing mountains and shattering the earth. Billowing blood mist turned the whole region crimson; even breathing it in stung the nose.
The Great Light Dynasty's army had crumbled like a landslide. Its experts were dead or fled, leaving few behind. Those still alive were being hunted down, utterly unable to mount any effective resistance.
The allied forces of three nations pursued them from behind, wolf packs ran rampant within their ranks, and tens of billions of troops from more than a dozen Dynasties crushed them from ahead. The Great Light Dynasty's army, which had crossed its borders to wage war, was dwindling at a terrifying speed!
The battlefield was a meat grinder, devouring lives with every passing moment.
Though the Great Light Dynasty's army had crumbled, its combat strength was formidable. In the carnage, casualties on both sides reached an appalling number.
But once a war began, it could not be stopped unless one side was utterly defeated or surrendered.
The battle raged from noon until dusk, then from dusk until the dead of night. Even when the first pale light of dawn appeared on the horizon the next day, the war still hadn't stopped.
In just half a day and a night, so many living beings had died on this land that the number was impossible to calculate. Conservative estimates put it at no fewer than a hundred billion!
What did the deaths of a hundred billion people mean? Even wiping out the combined population of ten Earths wouldn't come close!
After fighting at such intensity, both sides were now utterly exhausted. Yet the war wasn't over. No matter how tired they were, even if they might collapse at any moment,