The northwestern stretch of Heavenly Temple Sacred Mountain had already been beaten into utter chaos. The blood of the Many-Armed Secret Devil Clan, once it came into contact with the blood of other gods, would trigger an earth-shattering explosion. The bitter battle of several million divine servants had forcibly shattered a stretch of mountain range spanning ten thousand li. Underground rivers and earth veins had been smashed to pulp; earthquakes and gushing springs erupted everywhere. The scene was practically a world-ending calamity.
Tens of thousands of lights of varying sizes slowly revolved high in the sky. They were the mid- and high-rank gods of both sides, desperately fighting within their respective divine power domains. Whenever one light shattered, great quantities of blood would spray out, and a mangled body would struggle free from the light in miserable condition, staggering back toward its own camp.
The Many-Armed Secret Devil Clan had struck with preparation against the unprepared. Their mid- and high-rank gods outnumbered Heavenly Temple's by more than double, so they held the advantage in the slaughter within the divine power domains. More often than not, Heavenly Temple's gods were killed, while the Many-Armed Secret Devils fled back grievously wounded. Of course, there were also exceptionally fierce and powerful Heavenly Temple gods who fought until both sides were ruined, leaving both parties with no choice but to flee back to their own camps.
The blood of mid-rank and high-rank gods rained down like cheap spring water. Every drop struck the ground with a tremor that shook mountains and earth. Peaks melted beneath the blood, while enormous craters were blasted into the land, as though countless meteors had fallen from the heavens and battered the ground full of holes.
In an extremely distant place, directly north of the sacred mountain, an old