For all the yin spirits living in the Warwind Realm, this was nothing short of a catastrophe on par with the end of the world.
At first, the great battle near the Palace Terrace had been manageable. Though the shock waves of the gods' fighting were terrifying, they remained confined within three thousand li of the Palace Terrace.
Beyond those three thousand li, mountains shook and the earth trembled, the sky collapsed and the ground caved in. But any yin spirit with some cultivation would face no mortal danger as long as they acted a little cautiously.
Moreover, the two great generals, Shentu and Yulei, had made preparations in advance. Half a day before the incident, they had evacuated the vast majority of them to other islands and continents, ten thousand li from the battlefield.
Yet the divine battle near the Palace Terrace grew fiercer and fiercer. Two quarters of an hour after it began, the entire world was cracking apart inch by inch.
All the sky and earth resembled shattered glass, covered in countless spiderweb cracks.
Some unlucky yin spirits happened to stand where the void split open, and their entire soul bodies were torn to shreds.
Now it was not only the Warwind Realm that verged on shattering. The entire War Domain Demon Realm was in violent turmoil.
These three hundred Lesser Thousand Worlds had originally resembled balloons stacked together. Now, more than a dozen incomparably vast forces squeezed them inward, making the crystalline walls of every Lesser Thousand World contract and twist under the crushing pressure.
Inside these Lesser Thousand Worlds were scenes of heaven-shattering, earth-destroying devastation.
The sky was collapsing! The earth was splitting! The worlds were declining and dying!
Chu Xisheng bore the brunt.
Standing on the Palace Terrace, he felt like an ant at