The flames of war stretched across the border for thousands of miles. The out-of-control beast tide surged like a vast sea of blood, battering the human defenses without end.
Soul Beasts corroded by both Chaos miasma and Evil God's Venomous Blood feared neither death nor pain as they slaughtered madly. Human experts fought desperately to hold them back, but the defensive line weakened by the day. Corpses lay piled everywhere, villages had all been burned to ashes, and the land for thousands of miles was scarred beyond recognition.
Everyone knew that seven days later, once the Soul Beasts completely lost their minds, the entire Douluo World would descend into endless civil war and ultimately perish through internal strife.
Yet no one could find a way to break the deadlock.
The miasma within the earth veins could not be removed; if it were, the continent would shatter.
Evil God's Venomous Blood was difficult to eradicate, and sealing it could only delay matters for ten years.
The altars across the land still drank blood, while Outer Darkness watched with covetous eyes.
There was no solution to the troubles within, while disaster from without was fast approaching.
Every top expert on the continent gathered in the skies above the border, their faces grim and helpless.
The netherly aura around Bibi Dong had become oppressively heavy. Watching the defenses collapse without cease, she spoke in a low, hoarse voice:
"The miasma has taken root in the earth veins, the poison has seeped into the bloodlines, and the beast tide will never end. If this stalemate continues, we will all die out before Outer Darkness even arrives."
Tang Chen leaned on the Ancient Warhammer, which was covered in cracks, his aged body utterly exhausted. Days of bloody battle had long drained the strength he had