In the canyon.
The battle was gradually reaching a fever pitch.
The Beyonders on both sides were currently in a relatively balanced state.
Basically.
They could be considered evenly matched.
But this balance was fragile.
Once it was broken.
The side that gained the advantage.
Would inevitably grow stronger like a rolling snowball.
Eventually becoming the crucial weight that tipped the scales toward overwhelming victory.
Soon.
That snowball appeared.
On the battlefield outside the canyon's fortified walls.
The battle between the "Unshadowed" and the "Undying" had reached its final stage.
As the disadvantaged side.
The old man from the Pale Empire had managed to hold on until now.
It was truly no easy feat.
The undead, Spirit World creatures, and Underworld creatures he had released.
Were all countered by the "Unshadowed."
His "Purification" released circle after circle of warm radiance.
Such radiance always caused undead and Underworld creatures to turn ethereal and evaporate.
This was the core ability of the "Unshadowed," exceptionally effective against the Undead, Fallen, and Defiled.
The most troublesome thing about the "Undying"—or rather, high-sequence Beyonders of the Death Pathway—was that they could always carry an army with them.
But now.
Before their natural counter.
The vast numbers of undead and Underworld creatures were of little use.
The Spirit World creatures fared relatively better.
But only slightly better.
At this moment.
A "Sacred Light Pillar" descended onto the old man.
The old man grunted.
Enduring the damage.
He was just about to counterattack.
When he suddenly saw the "Unshadowed" opposite him looking solemn, his arms spread wide as if embracing the grace of God.
In an instant.
The night sky brightened.
Neither the wind and snow nor the thick fog could stop the radiance from piercing through.
It was as if sunlight had pierced down from above.