"Granted."
After some discussion, they agreed. This was a struggle over the fortunes of two ancient realms. Rather than repeat meaningless clashes day after day,
it would be better to shatter the spine of an entire generation of the Foreign Realm and weaken their morale outright!
Within a short time, the news spread throughout the Imperial Pass as though it had grown legs.
In a sea of blood, Shi Hao pulled out the sword planted at his feet. With the slightest flicker of its icy sword light, spatial rifts were cleaved open one after another.
His Self-Slaying might suppressed this stretch of spacetime.
Behind him, Foreign Realm cultivators were covered in wounds of all sizes, while several Foreign Realm cultivators' corpses lay submerged in the sea of blood.
"The Foreign Realm's prodigies aren't weak, but they still fall a little short."
"I hope I can find a path to Escape One through you!"
His murderous words echoed across the boundless sea of blood, their chill instantly freezing the battlefield.
Meanwhile, elsewhere,
the Demoness wore a blue-and-white dress, her figure graceful and shapely, her slender, jade-like fingers tapping continuously in midair.
Dreamlike threads shot from her fingertips, linking the laws of the heavens.
Not far from her, Foreign Realm cultivators stood with their eyes tightly shut and pain on their faces. Black shadows stood behind them.
They whispered incessantly in their ears, sending out eerie sounds of the Dao.
She tapped the void with her toes. Beneath her feet, terrifying monsters slowly emerged against the flow of the river of time, swiftly pouncing on the cultivators ensnared by nightmares.
Shhk, shhk-
Only the sound of blades entering flesh rang out. Those Foreign Realm cultivators were slain without uttering a sound.
Their gushing blood crushed the void and gave rise to all