Whoosh—!
Pure holy light flooded the field of vision.
Sacred divine power linked the space together.
As the blindingly pure white radiance gradually faded, the hunters slowly opened their eyes.
Then, an entirely new scene appeared before everyone.
A shattered, ravaged earth.
Ruins strewn every which way.
And familiar figures, one after another, in every direction.
This was the central battlefield of the Gloomsoil Hidden Realm.
Originally, this was where the war of extermination had first begun.
Now, it had become the place where that war was about to draw to a close.
At this very moment, Master Hunters who had previously been scattered across the eastern, southern, western, northern, and other battlefields had all gathered here.
After the Apex Hunters dispelled the Abyss side's spatial interference, the power of holy light broke through space. Using the Teleportation Sacred Seal as a medium, it brought every hunter group back here.
Now, there were only a little over six hundred living people gathered here in total.
Beyond that, the bodies of those who had died but whose corpses remained relatively intact had likewise received holy light's mercy and been carried back alongside the living.
The hunters turned to survey everything around them, and one by one, they came to understand the situation.
Then, everyone fell silent.
The atmosphere at the scene did not turn celebratory simply because they had survived.
Fanu, the commander of the First Group at the center, rose to his feet and swept his gaze across the surrounding comrades. Then, in a calm yet resounding voice, he gave everyone present a concise overview of the current situation.
The unknown Abyss species previously encountered by the First Group and the Apex Hunters.
The whereabouts of the Butcher, the Headmaster, and the Corps Leader.
The Abyss's all-out offensive currently facing