As though waking from a great dream, Jiang Yang opened his eyes again and found himself still inside the moon.
For a moment, it felt as though a lifetime had passed.
He collected himself and discovered that the images of the vast battlefield around him were still playing, as though his journey more than ten years into the past had taken only an instant.
All around him, angels and devils fought fiercely.
They fought with all their might, their faces contorted, flames of fury rising in their eyes.
They collided violently, their weapons clashing with piercing sounds. Their battle cries shook heaven and earth, and half the sky had been turned into a curtain of blood!
Yet they treated Jiang Yang as though he did not exist. Countless angels and devils fought their way past him.
Some angel and devil warriors could even pass straight through his body.
He shot into the air, flying up for a better view, and discovered that this battle was very familiar.
"Isn't this the battle I just took part in?"
Jiang Yang was astonished. He had traveled through a false "battlefield," then returned from a real one.
He looked across the battlefield and soon spotted Jehovah and Satan fighting high above, while the Seraphim and Apostle Sin-Lords battled in midair.
Throughout the rest of the battlefield, angels and devils of every kind filled the scene.
The angels were fewer in number, but powerful.
Although the devils were extremely numerous, their individual fighting ability was still far inferior to that of the angels.
He saw many angels slay several devils before being killed themselves.
Moreover, the angels remained calm and clearheaded, maintaining fairly orderly formations, while the devils gradually fell into disarray.
Under the strain of intense combat, the aftereffects of their devil modifications grew