The two sides exchanged blows at incredible speed. In less than a minute, they had clashed hundreds of thousands of times.
The collision of Dao resonances painted the void for hundreds of millions of miles in dazzling, terrifying colors.
Within it, even a spark the size of a grain of sand carried enough power to collapse a mountain and sever a river.
World after world crumbled, and ancient divine dragons fell dead one after another.
They had originally been nothing more than Dao arts and divine abilities, yet at this moment they felt so real. The fallen phantoms did not vanish, instead remaining where they were, forming one shocking spectacle after another.
It was truly hard to believe that Taiyi cultivation could possess such terrifying power.
The battle between the two sides shook not only the combatants themselves, but everyone watching this scene.
On the alien side, many were momentarily stunned.
To be honest, living within such a rigid hierarchy, it was difficult for them to imagine that the high-ranking aliens—the supreme sequence standing at the peak of the alien race's countless trillions of lives—could have an opponent, especially one of the same realm.
As for the Mythical Realm, countless people could not help clenching their fists and drawing deep, forceful breaths.
They were shaken, but it was far more than mere shock.
The aliens' overwhelming strength, the Mythical Realm's prodigies suffering defeat after defeat—it had dealt them an immense blow, nearly shattering their entire worldview and planting the impression in their hearts that the aliens were invincible.
There was no doubt that this blow was far beyond imagination.
For a time, many had felt terrified, unable to imagine how they would face the future if the Mythical Realm suffered a complete rout.
Yet at their most desperate moment, someone