Once the battle began again, it seemed as though there would be no end to it.
Vast numbers of Ghost Cultivators died madly.
Qin Shaofeng could clearly see his Starry Sky Value skyrocketing at every moment.
In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.
The rift in the River of Time had already grown to an unimaginable size, stretching at least ten thousand zhang in length and more than a hundred zhang in height.
The black mist that had originally existed outside had completely collapsed three days earlier, and the three supreme experts of the Miao Territory had also revealed themselves.
Yet they had not truly joined the battle.
However, the nine strongest Ghost Cultivators still showed no intention of appearing.
"Something seems not right. Those guys should have appeared long ago, shouldn't they?" Little Xu'er looked at the still-deadlocked battlefield and spoke instinctively.
This was the first time she had spoken in seven days.
Qin Shaofeng turned back to glance at her and smiled faintly. "Of course something is wrong. You simply haven't truly seen through it yet. Keep watching. This war should be nearing its end."
"Oh? How so?" Little Xu'er was stunned.
The Miao Woman and the others also looked over in confusion.
Yet Qin Shaofeng had no intention of saying anything more. He continuously deployed formation flags, occasionally taking out Ink Brush Yellow Talismans to personally inscribe prohibitions.
Another half day passed in the blink of an eye.
Within the Battlefield Space Qin Shaofeng had created, screams and death continued without end. Yet no more Ghost Cultivators emerged from the rift in the River of Time.
Before long, after the Ghost Cultivators outside the River of Time had been completely slaughtered by Qin Shaofeng—
Several bursts of laughter finally rang out from the rift in