Scarlet blood-red light filled the sky, utterly engulfing a thousand miles of airspace.
Millions of blood-red Other Shore Flowers floated silently in the void, each swaying with Soul Path radiance that could extinguish eternity.
This peerless soul domain, manifested from the essence of the Other Shore Flower God Blade, was profoundly uncanny.
There were no violent surges of divine power, no explosive collisions of laws, not even the slightest disturbance in the air.
It transcended matter, transcended flesh, transcended formations, transcended every tangible defense.
This sea of flowers existed for one purpose alone.
Soul burial!
On the battlefield below, three thousand high-ranking divine beast fiends still stood silently within their formation.
Layers upon layers of Material Divine Armor gleamed over their bodies, solid and heavy, as though countless divine mountains encased them.
The defensive law chains running through their bodies remained firmly closed and reinforced layer upon layer. That unassailable Ancient Divine Beast Demon Array still operated at its peak.
In physical toughness, material resistance, and the stability of its formation barriers, this fiend legion remained flawless, without a single opening.
In a contest of brute force, laws, or material offense and defense, even an Asura powerhouse attacking relentlessly for a hundred days would struggle to shake it in the slightest.
Yet now, all their vaunted physical defenses, divine beast physiques, and formation enhancements had become an utter joke.
A million Other Shore Flower Blossoms bloomed.
The instant each flower opened, it unleashed the equivalent of a pure, ultimate, unadulterated lethal soul strike from a peak Seven-Star Fiend.
Such a terrifying, extravagant Soul Path offensive, one that overturned the conventions of the God Realm, had long since surpassed ordinary slaughter.
Forget a mere three thousand Six-Star and Seven-Star Fiends. Even if thirty thousand peak Seven-Star Fiends gathered here, their divine