The Myriad Races Battlefield!
Emperors fell!
This was the most brutal battle since the Human Race had sealed off the Eastern Continent two hundred thousand years ago.
In this battle,
no other living beings took part.
Every combatant was a True Immortal Emperor who ruled a race.
Yet,
compared to the battle two hundred thousand years ago, several times as many True Immortals had already fallen.
Across the Four Great Continents,
apart from the Eastern Continent,
the other Three Great Continents were drenched in a torrential rain of blood that never stopped.
Every rumble of thunder
heralded the fall of a True Immortal, the death of an Emperor.
The myriad races mourned!
The tremendous upheaval
was now so great that even the formations concealing the Myriad Races Battlefield could no longer screen out its fluctuations.
Blood rained down in torrents,
making the already murderous atmosphere of the Myriad Races Battlefield even more terrifying.
"Twilight of the Myriad Emperors!"
Watching the blood rain fall before him, Qin Yuanbai unconsciously murmured those words.
When the others heard him,
their expressions grew complicated as well.
Twilight of the Myriad Emperors!
Perhaps this truly was the twilight of the myriad emperors!
By now, they had no idea how many Emperor True Immortals had fallen. The formations obscured their view of the Rule Battlefield; all they knew was that the blood rain over the Myriad Races Battlefield never stopped.
Only the reports coming in from outside allowed Qin Yuanbai and the others to understand what was happening.
This battle
might well determine the shape of the world to come.
Boom—
The Godslayer Saber cleaved an Emperor's body apart. Immediately afterward, the Heavenly Rankings descended, suppressing all his flesh and blood and sweeping it inside.
After fighting for so long,
Qin Shujian no longer remembered how