In an instant, a purple gleam streaked past, shooting straight toward Wu Jie like lightning.
Before its afterimage had faded, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in Huo Yuhao's hand had already pierced Wu Jie's body.
Immediately, surge after surge of power flooded into Huo Yuhao. The purple in her eyes deepened, and the long demonic horns on her head shone ever brighter, radiating a purplish-red glow.
At the same time, Huo Yuhao's Spiritual Power stretched infinitely in the space of a breath. The illusory images before his eyes became clearer and more continuous.
Across the land, rivers flowed and vegetation flourished. A planet brimming with life appeared before Huo Yuhao's eyes.
Then the civilization here began to develop, from making fires and hunting at first, to building homes, and later absorbing Heaven and Earth Vital Energy to cultivate.
From a child's stumbling first steps to running with great strides, cities rose here one after another, and empires were founded. They became the rulers of this world.
But conflicts arose as well-or perhaps they had never disappeared. For survival, for profit, for selfish desires, the flames of war rose and fell but never went out. Countless battles took place upon this land. Blood nourished the soil and exhausted it as well.
Countless reasons, countless words, all served the same purpose. Countless empires and countless monarchs used their authority to send wave after wave of lives into burning battlefields.
What began as limited warfare became warfare without restraint. Battlefields where peace could be negotiated became wars where only one side could survive.
Ever fiercer, ever more frenzied, power, authority, money... became fuel for the flames of war, making them burn ever higher.
With a tremendous boom, white light began to blanket the earth. Then more and more such scenes appeared. Only the final