War was often associated with art.
To those mad about war, even if their strength was nowhere near that level, joining the struggle on the central battlefield that resembled a crown, deciding the outcome of the war—but even merely witnessing it or hearing about it—would leave every cell in their bodies in a state of extreme excitement. They would throw themselves into battle without fear of death, shouting and venting hysterically.
There were many people like that in the Grand Duchy, and even more in Xilan.
Unfortunately, nearly every ancient creature that had experienced the cruel survival competition of the Underground World was a warmonger!
If the central battlefield was the crown of war, then the head-on clash between the strongest was undoubtedly the jewel atop the crown, the most dazzling high ground.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
Hundreds of high scholars represented the pinnacle of the Grand Royal Academy of Sciences. They were humans who had initially broken free from The Foolish and sought freedom and truth, representing humanity's faith in its search for the truths governing the world and universe. Following the old man who raised his arms and shouted, they gradually became embroiled in battle with the countless high-level magical creatures filling the sky and earth.
In an instant, this place became the bloodiest death center on the battlefield.
Any creature daring to enter this vortex of death could be obliterated at any moment by the aftermath of the brutal killing that filled the area.
It was a danger zone everyone avoided at all costs!
"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh..."
An eerie laugh.
As the fog, gradually pried apart by that enormous creature, slowly dispersed, accompanied by a dark-red, oppressive, ominous light resembling the wails of demons from hell, a monster formed from tens of thousands