West of the Senluo Forest Realm, on the Against the Tide Battlefield.
There was no cycle of day and night here, only endless collisions and roars that churned this land into a chaotic furnace.
Elemental torrents poured down from the horizon. A scarlet stream of fire, carrying heat that could burn everything to ash, crashed into a dark blue torrent of ice, instantly sending white mist billowing across the sky. Before the mist could disperse, a golden torrent of lightning tore through it-
The blood qi torrents on the battlefield were even more immense.
Ignited by the boiling life force within countless warriors, they were crimson as blood. Accompanied by a unified roar, they crashed thunderously into torrents of gray-black soul power.
The soul power surged like ink, carrying a deathly chill. Each sweep carried away great swathes of blood qi, yet the blood qi torrents refused to yield, forcibly tearing openings through the soul power.
There was also the scarlet power of war, the earthen-yellow power of earth, the emerald-green power of vitality, the dark purple power of shadow-countless torrents intertwined, collided, and tore one another apart above this battlefield.
Waves of destruction swept over every inch of the land, again and again.
At the center of the battlefield, the spatial barrier was shattered, exposing the gray void beyond.
The world of Monster World was constantly repairing this wound. Tiny motes of light gathered from all directions to fill the spatial fissures, but as soon as the repairs made any progress, another collision of torrents tore them apart. The fissures widened again, and the cycle repeated.
The view passed through this inferno, crossed battlefield after battlefield, swept past interwoven torrents and slaughtering beings, and moved toward the rear of the Against the Tide Battlefield.
At last, it settled on