On the Kunwu Battlefield, corpses lay strewn across ten thousand miles. Even the once-invisible gales of the void had gradually taken on a blackish-red hue from the sheer number of bodies and the overwhelming blood aura!
Shen Fan crouched on a fallen section of gigantic demonic bone, brushed aside the ashes drifting before him, and looked down.
What happened to the promised meat grinder?
What happened to beating each other's brains into dog-brain mush?
The sight before him bore no resemblance whatsoever to the "all-out brawl" he had imagined.
These cultivators from the Realm Sea, especially the Beast Sacred Spirit Clan at the very front, looked as though they had all chugged berserker potions.
The battle line stretched far into the distance. Multicolored rays of sacred energy joined into a single blazing expanse, illuminating the dim void of the Abyss Realm with a ghastly white light.
Members of the Beast Sacred Spirit Clan revealed their true forms, becoming colossal beasts that rampaged through the Demon Gods and brutally tore their formations apart.
The Demon Gods of the Abyss Ruins, who normally looked down their noses at everyone, now resembled a flock of ducks being driven before their pursuers. Their formations collapsed as they routed all along the line!
Flattening over ten thousand miles of territory in a day?
Shen Fan rubbed his chin, puzzled.
Since when had the Abyss Demon Gods become such pushovers?
With just the Beast Sacred Spirit Clan leading the charge, they were already barely holding on. How had the Abyss Demon Gods always managed to gain the upper hand in previous wars between realms?
Or had something gone wrong within their ranks, leaving all their powerhouses busy fighting each other?
Shen Fan did not know, but that would not hinder his next move.
Still, he might