On the surface, between the two, one had surging black mist spreading everywhere, while the other had white mist running wild, both expanding in all directions from their respective Penetrating Gate strongholds.
Yet the actual situation was not so.
On the Abyssal Devil Race's side, although the Abyss Cities had arrived at different times, most had not left the abyssal devil mist. The Devil Ancestors led countless Abyssal Demon Dragons and Abyssal Devil Race warriors in vast waves against one Dimensional Esophagus Forgotten One stronghold after another. Before the formalized, mighty legions of a true War of Civilization, under the Abyssal Devil Race's lead, no matter how strong these strongholds were, they were merely mantises trying to stop a chariot.
At most, they would leave a few more Abyssal Demon Dragon corpses in this ancient, desolate, silent illusory world.
By nature, the Abyssal Devil Race never played schemes against hostile creatures. From beginning to end, they had never intended to trade tricks with another civilization they had never even met, much less try to win over these neutral parties.
On the other side.
Unlike the abyssal devil mist, which poured from the Penetrating Gate and spread aimlessly in every direction while the abyssal Devil Ancestor legions slaughtered ahead of it, this white mist resembled octopus tentacles, charging directly at one stronghold after another instead of slowly diffusing without purpose. Its speed was incomparably swift.
The Dimensional Esophagus Forgotten Ones naturally knew that their final day of death was approaching. The Endless World was cleansing impurities from within itself so that the material world could operate more efficiently.
Yet when faced with life and death, the Forgotten Ones refused to surrender without a fight. Facing the vast walls of white mist sweeping toward them, they armed themselves to the teeth and