The earth-shattering explosion drew attention from vast stretches of the surrounding area.
In the distance, the senior members of the Stigmata Order and the Yin-Yang Sect, already locked in a chaotic melee, all turned their eyes toward it.
When they saw that Iron Pillar had inflicted such grievous injuries on the Nightmare Pioneer in their very first exchange, they were filled with shock and disbelief.
By now, these true leaders, who had established direct contact with Evil God, clearly understood the plan for this battle.
Throughout the recent fighting, thanks to the efforts of Evil God and numerous Players, most of the casualties had been concentrated among the traitors controlled by the Nightmare Faction.
Now, those traitorous factions had gradually been worn down, and the leaders on each side had begun the final purge.
The purge would originally have taken much longer, but when the stubbornly resisting traitors saw Iron Pillar wound the Nightmare Pioneer so severely, they immediately fell into despair.
"How is this possible?!"
The leader of the remaining traitors was Zhu Long, director of the Yin-Yang Sect's Judgment Division.
When he had seen the two deities descend earlier, he had thought victory was all but guaranteed.
He knew very well that both deities had already been completely absorbed and corrupted by the great Dreamwalker.
Yet he had never imagined that their very first exchange would end with the Nightmare Pioneer severely wounded.
At that moment, Evil God revealed his form and spoke with a smile.
"Boy, you didn't seriously think we were unaware of your ridiculous plans, did you?"
"Still, thank you for your fanatical campaign. It allowed us to complete our own plan without a hitch!"
"Now you can die in peace."
Zhu Long looked at Evil God, his pupils contracting sharply. "It's you! The Unity