Beneath the dim starry sky, black and white radiance intertwined. The small, unmarked Ecological Zone that should have been protected had now been completely destroyed.
Its wreckage drifted through the void like clusters of gray dust clouds, glinting faintly beneath the starlight. Now and then, fragments of corpses not yet fully decomposed could be seen slowly crystallizing in the cold universe.
Surging demonic aura and the bloodline presence of the Demon Race churned without end. Black demonic clouds intertwined with crimson blood mist, forming a chaotic region tens of thousands of miles across. More than a hundred Third Realm cultivators were locked in savage combat within the void, their figures appearing and vanishing amid the turbulent currents of energy.
The majority were Core Formation Demon Race cultivators and Third Realm Star God cultivators among the Rebels. Some Demon Race cultivators revealed their enormous true forms, scales and claws flying; the Star God cultivators were wrapped head to toe in eerie demonic light, every gesture stirring spatial tremors.
The fighting here was far more vicious than spell battles on Central Continent Star. Every clash struck straight for vital points.
The Rebels opened with killing moves, targeting the weaknesses and vital points of different Demon Race cultivators. At first, many of the Demon Race failed to react in time. Several had their spiritual veins pierced through by demonic aura the moment they entered the battlefield.
But once they reacted, they struck far more ruthlessly than the Rebels. The Demon Race's claws longed to churn the Star God cores within the Rebels' bodies to pieces. With every collision of spiritual energy, someone was bound to be injured. Spiritual veins continuously burst apart in the void, only to be swiftly frozen by the extreme cold into ice crystals of many colors.
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