The Descent
Disaster was imminent.
The Entire Continent entered a tense phase of war preparations.
It seemed certain that disaster was coming.
Yet although strange phenomena had already appeared in the sky, no one had arrived.
It could only be said that they might come at any moment.
The Great Powers gathered once more.
A vortex hung in the sky.
The vortex slowly rotated.
It looked like a mass of fiery clouds turning in circles.
Perhaps this was where they would arrive.
Countless powerful experts from the Moon God Palace, Martial God Hall, Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, and other factions gathered here.
"Finish all preparations before they arrive!"
"Alright!"
"Moon Goddess, we must complete the Gods Formation in advance! One isn't enough! We need to set up at least two beforehand."
The Moon Goddess nodded. "Alright! Hurry! Don't Know when disaster will descend."
Every face was filled with sorrow and worry.
They knew.
Their chances of surviving this battle were very slim.
But someone had to face all this for the sake of this continent.
They couldn't possibly refuse to even try, could they?
Though everything was but a sliver of hope.
The various Demon Race clans and countless experts from the Netherworld.
Even the passage to the Demon Clan had already opened.
Several Demon Gods of the Demon Clan had arrived here with the Demon Clan's experts.
At a glance, countless powerful experts densely filled the Line of Sight.
However...
It wasn't enough!
Far from enough!
Perhaps when disaster descended, all he would need was a wave of his hand, and everyone present would be wiped out in an instant.
But What To Do?
If they Didn't Come to die, The Entire Continent would perish.
Every one of them had weaknesses of their own.
They had descendants.
If they didn't