The Final Sprint Before the Great Battle

When Lu Chong returned to Galaxy City, he found it far more desolate than it had been over two thousand years ago.

Inside and outside Galaxy City, everything was grim and solemn, and the number of strong cultivators had fallen by more than half.

However, Lu Chong was not surprised. Over the years, he had learned about the situation through the virtual world and had already anticipated what he would find.

Although the great war between the two alliances had not fully erupted yet, the conflict between them had steadily intensified.

As a result, more and more powerful beings from both sides had been sent to the battlefield, while naturally fewer remained near Galaxy City to cultivate in seclusion.

Of course, quite a number of powerful cultivators had also fallen on the battlefield during this time.

As far as Lu Chong knew, those who had entered the alliance battlefield could indeed be called powerhouses in their own right. At the very least, they were all in the Dao Mountain Realm.

My senior brothers and sisters have all gone to the alliance battlefield too. Lu Chong worried silently.

On such a vast battlefield, even Dao Sea Realm cultivators would find it difficult to emerge unscathed. He could only hope that his senior brothers and sisters would be as careful as possible.

Fortunately, his master had not taken action. Lu Chong was now going to pay his respects to Supreme Yu Mian.

Not only Supreme Yu Mian—none of the twenty Supremes of the two alliances had entered the battlefield yet.

And once a Supreme joined the war, it would mean that the curtain was about to rise on the final decisive battle.

For some time now, Lu Chong had been troubled by a question: why did the two alliances insist on starting