Outside Two Worlds Mountain.
Fifty-seven Demon Barbarian Half-Sages hung high in the sky, each wreathed in blazing flames of sacred power. Like so many suns, they radiated scorching light over the Two Worlds Mountain City Wall.
Countless scholars shielded their eyes with their hands, yet their eyes remained bloodshot, and their bodies ached as though pierced by needles.
Countless auras of the Sacred Way spread across the sky, as though a host of demons were dancing wild, throwing heaven and earth into chaos and shattering all order.
Looking out from Two Worlds Mountain, the Human Race saw everything between heaven and earth swallowed by darkness, save for those fifty-seven suns.
Within that darkness, endless wronged souls wailed, countless ghosts stirred, and innumerable undead roared. All manner of sinister spirits flickered in and out of sight, as though every evil thing in the Myriad Worlds lurked there, ready to pounce on Two Worlds Mountain at any moment.
The humans' morale was utterly crushed by the sudden might of the Sages. Some fainted from terror, some began to flee, some fell into a daze, and some stood numb and vacant.
Among those below the rank of Provincial Graduate, ninety percent had already lost the will to fight.
This was true sacred might. Merely standing there was enough to shatter an enemy's fighting spirit.
Among those ranked Provincial Graduate or above, apart from a few whose wills were weak and whose hearts filled with terror, the vast majority of scholars were far calmer than usual.
The worst outcome they had anticipated had arrived. That was all.
Just as the humans on Two Worlds Mountain were about to collapse, a thousand-zhang banner rose from the city. A heavy scent of blood spread throughout it, stirring everyone's spirits.
Then an aura of iron and fire