War Realm Camp, Baili Wentian

The Evil Spirit Warlord threw back his head and let out a long howl that shook all directions, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

By then, an army of cultivators had already charged in from afar. Warships began bombarding this place one after another, while the ground was filled with cultivators launching their assault.

His gaze swept sideways as he gave the order, "Leave this place first."

The Evil Spirit Warlord took a deep breath, his brow twitching wildly. The cultivators' offensive in this great era had come too swiftly and fiercely. They even dared to make a move on Star Fragments. He could not shake the abrupt feeling that some great calamity was about to descend.

Cultivators flooded endlessly into the Extraterritorial Battlefield like a Vast Ocean... Flames of war spread through every corner. The heavens were filled with artillery spells blasting against one another, while shattered warship artifacts and enormous flying spirit beasts constantly fell to the earth.

Swoosh—

Suddenly, a blood-red blade light slashed across the heavens, like a heaven-shaking bolt of lightning that split open the stillness between heaven and earth.

This Blood Blade was incomparably savage, filled with destructive power. Like a raging giant dragon, it roared as it tore apart space, slicing the heavens into two.

Wherever the blade light passed, the void collapsed. A powerful bloody stench permeated all directions, leaving people unable to breathe.

The might of this Blood Blade was peerless, as though it could split the heavens and earth in all directions. The vast majesty it radiated inspired solemn awe; nothing seemed capable of halting its advance.

Evil Spirits from all sides stared, stunned, at the Blood Blade. Intense fear and reverence surged in their hearts. Before such boundless might, they felt incomparably small and fragile.

The Blood Blade continued streaking