The Eve of the Final Battle

Chapter 35: The Eve of the Final Battle. Through the World Alliance's tireless efforts and tenacious exploration, its mastery of the mysterious power of light grew toward maturity, like a seedling flourishing under careful cultivation. This newborn power was like the first light of dawn piercing the clouds, bringing long-awaited hope and a chance for change to a universe mired in darkness, while laying a firm foundation for the approaching final battle. After countless strategic discussions and meticulous simulations, the World Alliance's senior strategists carefully devised a detailed, comprehensive plan for the final battle. The plan was like a vast, precise war machine, every component repeatedly considered and painstakingly refined, designed to secure the greatest victory at the smallest cost, end the ravages of the dark forces once and for all, and restore peace and order to the universe. Across scattered battlefields, the Alliance's armies fought a series of gripping, exceptionally brutal engagements against dark forces surging like a tide. On distant, desolate frontier planets, smoke filled the air and the fires of war raged. Wearing armor radiant with the power of light and wielding weapons imbued with it, the Alliance's warriors valiantly resisted the dark creatures' frenzied assaults. Every clash of spiritual energy unleashed dazzling light and deafening thunder, as though the universe itself were screaming and struggling in agony. Though the dark forces came with terrifying momentum, and their strange, powerful attacks exacted a devastating toll on the Alliance's armies, the warriors held their positions through sheer tenacity and their fledgling command of the power of light, never showing the slightest intention of retreating. They skillfully used the terrain to maneuver against the enemy. On a battlefield amid rugged mountains, the Alliance's sword cultivators used the slopes as cover and unleashed incomparably fierce sword techniques. Streaks of sword