In that instant of obstruction, Lord of War Li Qing's spear silently pierced his chest.
Crack, crack, crack.
Despair appeared in King of Gale's eyes. "No."
The next instant, he exploded into ashes.
There were dozens, even hundreds of miles between oases, and some oases spanned a thousand miles.
Though ten battlefields did not seem like much, they actually covered an area of over ten thousand miles.
If this vast battlefield had been a war between mortals, it would have been impossible for the front and rear to support one another.
But now, it was all within Lord of War Li Qing's grasp.
Everything had been calculated with precision by him.
The next instant, he had arrived at another oasis battlefield.
Here, the strongest Sequence powerhouse—the Sandstorm Dancer—was also instantly plunged into danger.
There was no miracle. In the very next instant, the Sandstorm Dancer was pierced through and killed by Lord of War's spear.
Lord of War Li Qing was like a death god harvesting lives, constantly appearing across one battlefield after another.
In merely a few breaths, five-rank Sequence powerhouses from four oases had already died by his hand.
It was not only the Cloudy Sky Oasis Kingdom. The battlefields chosen by the various heretic Sequences had almost all ended the same way.
A great number of Celestial God Sequence powerhouses of the fifth rank and below were falling, resulting in immense losses.
Only powerhouses of the fourth rank and above were completely unaffected. There had originally been no experts above the fourth rank among these hundred-odd battlefields.
The first spiritual spacetime layer of the Heretic Sequence Alliance.
Lord of War Li Qing's projected consciousness looked at all the heretic Sequence powerhouses present and said, "Everyone, our war is proceeding very smoothly."
"More than a hundred Celestial God