The sky for ten thousand miles was dark as ink.
A vast, black mass of foreign troops surged from the distant horizon, boundless, dense Divine Power roiling skyward, layer upon layer blotting out the blazing sun and sky like apocalyptic black clouds engulfing the land.
The thousand-mile wilderness shook violently without pause. Muffled rumbles rose from deep underground, and cracks spread along the army's advancing path.
Every inch of the mountains and earth sank slightly beneath the army's terrifying military might. Broken stones floated, dust billowed skyward, and an intensely murderous aura sealed off the entire region.
The bitter killing aura spanning ten thousand miles chilled to the bone. Like an apocalyptic calamity crashing down, it bore an icy will to annihilate everything as it hurtled straight toward the Withered Wood Human Race Tribe deep in the heartland!
The overwhelming enemy descending upon them was none other than the notorious Dwarf Cherry Blossom Tribe, which bordered Human Territory and rampaged through the Ancient Wilderness Frontier.
The dwarves were born with outrageously powerful physiques, their flesh far tougher than that of gods and demons of the same rank. They excelled in ancient artifact-forging arts and savage slaughter, and their nature was bloodthirsty, domineering, warlike, and greedy.
For millions upon millions of years, they had waged war in every direction, plundering other races' resources and running rampant through territories large and small across the frontier. Their hands were stained with the blood of countless other races, and they were an inescapable nightmare for every weaker race nearby.
For the past ten full years, the Ancient Wilderness Frontier had been in turmoil.
The Seven-Star Fiend of the Demon City of Reception, who had once intimidated every surrounding region, had died unexpectedly, leaving a void in the frontier's highest combat power. The major foreign