At the same time, every surviving faction in the Cangwu Small World had gathered at the Heavenly Dao Alliance like rivers flowing into the sea.
Within the Heavenly Dao Alliance's territory, armored Martial Artists wielding Spirit Weapons covered the mountains and plains as far as the eye could see.
Streams of light darted back and forth through the sky, each one a Grandmaster-level expert patrolling and setting up defenses.
Countless temporary camps dotted the area within several hundred li of the Heavenly Dao Alliance like stars scattered across a chessboard, while banners of every color snapped fiercely in the wind.
The Mystic Ice Sect's crystalline warships hovered in the eastern sky, their hulls emanating a chilling frost;
The Pure World Lotus Sect's green Lotus Platforms floated silently in the western sky, with a scripture-chanting disciple seated cross-legged upon every lotus petal;
The Heavenly Dao Alliance's own golden war chariots occupied the central position, their bodies engraved with countless ancient and imposing golden Runes.
The three top-tier factions, along with dozens or even hundreds of small and medium-sized factions, had amassed more than five hundred Late-Stage Grandmaster-level combatants or above.
Five hundred experts released their auras in unison, and the entire world seemed frozen beneath that terrifying pressure.
This was no longer a battle to encircle and suppress Outer Realm Demons.
This was a war to defend the world.
At this moment, the native factions of the Cangwu Small World set aside the grudges and resentments that had endured for countless generations and united as never before.
They had to be fully prepared, even if it meant sacrificing their lives.
Because the outcome of this battle would determine the ultimate fate of this world.
Within the Central Domain, a massive force of more than forty Holy Land disciples had gathered in