Border Wasteland Emperor Pass.
Within Emperor City, figures stood in ranks, watching the great battle in the boundless Cang void beyond the walls.
The Foreign Realm had once again sent its armies against Border Wasteland Emperor Pass.
Across the Border Wasteland battlefield, the laws of the Great Dao swirled, and the thunder of battle never ceased.
Treasure Techniques filled the sky, Divine Abilities blazed, and blood dyed the heavens red. Every so often, a corpse fell from high above and sank deep into the yellow earth.
"The Foreign Realm is too strong." Atop the city wall, Shi Hao's expression was grave.
Cultivators on both sides kept falling, kept dying.
The Foreign Realm's armies might not be endless, but they far outnumbered those of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands and could easily replenish their losses.
"Teacher, we can't go on like this," Shi Hao said, turning to Meng Tianzheng.
"I know we can't, but we have no choice but to fight." Meng Tianzheng's face was as still as an ancient well.
After so many years, he had grown used to such scenes. He had seen assaults fiercer than this one.
"The Heavenly Abyss protects us. The Undying Ones of the Foreign Realm cannot cross over. Fighting enemies still within the Human Dao Realm is the best outcome we could hope for."
"We've lived like this for millions of years. All I hope now is that we can hold the line for another few million."
"Only then will we truly have hope."
"In the end, it will be the Immortal Kings who decide everything."
Shi Hao clenched his fists, left Emperor Pass, and stood in the void.
"Desolate is here! Who wants to kill me?"
His roar swept across the battlefield, drawing eyes from every side.
"It's Desolate. He's here again."