The Three Great Empires and the Sun Moon Empire fought their decisive battle on the front lines.
The two sides fought for more than two months, staining the battlefield red, and all four empires staked everything they had.
Some people sensed that something was wrong and called for the war to stop.
However, those who made the call discovered that so-called appeals for peace were utterly useless.
The upper echelons of the Four Great Empires seemed to have agreed on it beforehand, continuing to pour every available force into the battlefield.
The power of the empires dragged every faction with it, sweeping them all into the quagmire and vortex of war.
When the young and strong were spent, they sent out the elderly!
When the elderly were spent, they sent out youths!
And the upper echelons of the Four Great Empires, from imperial clans to nobles, likewise all took part in the war.
No one knew how many members of the Four Great Empires' imperial clans had died, and some great noble houses had even fought until they had lost all their young and able-bodied men.
Titled Douluo also entered the battlefield, falling one after another.
The only thing missing was the emperors personally taking the field and leading the campaigns themselves.
This had never happened in the past.
Because even when imperial clans and nobles were defeated on the battlefield, most of them were merely captured and waited to be ransomed back.
But in this war, there were no prisoners!
If even the upper ranks were this mad, what of the common people at the bottom?
The common people at the bottom were not only fighting to survive.
An absolutely transparent path for advancement had opened on the battlefield. As long as one dared to kill, could kill, and