Deep within the vast, deathly still Life Secret Realm, a cold command of the Divine Soul from the Life Divine Tree pierced through layers of divine power storms and resounded across the entire battlefield without obstruction.
The imposing, weighty command, devoid of all emotion and imprinted with the pressure of the Secret Realm's origin, entered the sea of consciousness of every god, fiend, and demon engaged in battle.
"Reorganize your formations and kill those four with everything you have."
The simple sentence was like a final execution order, utterly tearing apart the battlefield's brief calm.
The assault of the gods and fiends, which had barely subsided, erupted once more the instant the command fell. Divine power surged across the sky like a tsunami, the radiance of various laws crisscrossed and tore through the heavens, and boundless killing intent locked firmly onto the four figures at the center of the battlefield.
At that moment, no thunder roared across the battlefield, no origin trembled, and no phenomena arose in heaven and earth.
There were only millions of high-ranking God-level beings and countless Seven-Star Fiends driving their pure, tremendous divine power into densely packed killing formations, surging toward Shiheng and his three companions like a tide that blotted out the sky.
A new desperate battle to the death began in full, lasting two whole days and nights.
Within the Secret Realm, the explosions of colliding divine power overlapped without end, shaking the void until it repeatedly fractured and healed. The shrill wails of Divine Bodies breaking apart, the piercing cracks of shattering laws, and the agonized roars of dying gods and fiends intertwined into a supremely tragic dirge that echoed throughout the Secret Realm's skies.
The battle line the four defended was already on the verge of total collapse.
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