Countless pillars of light and blazing spots filled the void, an endless expanse of chaos and death.
This was a war of deities. Every casual strike from either side carried fatal destruction, easily capable of wiping out every species on an entire planet.
Peng Ao stared blankly at the scene before him. Though he was a participant in this battle, he watched it all as a third-party observer.
The enemy was powerful. Even Spirit Venerables who dominated the Spirit Domain met bitter ends when facing their attacks. They could not last even fifteen minutes, and some resisted being summoned after being erased too many times.
Their combat strength was sustained entirely through sacrifice and numbers.
His comrades gradually began to falter, and the scales of victory steadily tipped toward the enemy.
Watching the combat bodies piloted by his comrades vanish one after another into suddenly appearing, blinding bursts of light, Peng Ao's unyielding will as a warrior urged him to act quickly.
No... I can't just watch... I have to do something... I have to...
Peng Ao wanted to join the battle. He wanted to pilot his own machine, step onto the battlefield, and fight the enemy alongside his comrades for the future of the world. That was his pride as a warrior.
But after struggling for a while, he realized it was nothing more than wishful thinking. He was not merely an observer; he was a piece of "nothingness" that had been stripped even of physical form.
And "he" was there on the battlefield, narrowly escaping death time and again as he dodged the enemy's bizarre attacks.
...Was that me?
Why was I there?
If that was me, then who was I...?
No one answered Peng Ao's questions. Death and destruction unfolded before him in succession. A massive pillar