In this world's history, there might never have been such a dazzling final battle.
Divine power came crashing down upon the entire space like a mountain. The space let out a creaking wail, then shattered like broken glass a second later. The residual force of the two highest-ranking Divine Spirit Races forcibly smashed breach after breach into the space strengthened by the God of Doubt and all the Machine God Race.
To those outside, this final battle was also catastrophic. Even separated by an entire world, the two supreme gods could still freely draw power from the Spirit Corridor, draining the spirits' power in the most vicious manner and causing black ash as fierce as a blizzard to drift across the entire continent.
Other than a few superior races, any other lifeform that stepped outside and tried to deal with the current spirit-corpse disaster using the methods they had once used against spirit corpses would be courting certain death.
From time to time, the aftershocks of battle spread outward from the small world that was powerless to stop any of this. Every collision's leaking energy tore apart the crimson sky, split open the solid earth, and forcibly created terrain that should not have existed in nature.
Compared to the devastation caused by the aftershocks of the divine battle, the blizzard of spirit corpses was little more than a drizzle.
Every leak of energy was no different from a natural disaster.
"Has the true great war begun again?"
A handful of old Anteiku who had experienced or heard of the war between the Divine Spirit Race and Dragon Species, as well as the Divine Spirit Race's civil war, were terrified as spirit corpses fell from the sky like a blizzard. So many Spirit Races dying at once inevitably reminded them of