On the battlefield, the cultivators of the Immortal and Demonic Paths had entered a bloodthirsty frenzy.
Thanks to their desperate struggle, more and more members of the Outer Realms Race were slain. Now, a single glance across the battlefields of the Cultivation World revealed mountains of alien corpses. Of course, the bodies of countless fallen cultivators were an unavoidable part of the view.
The races from the Outer Realms were bizarrely shaped. Some crawled on the ground while others flew through the air. These monsters attacked the cultivators with desperate ferocity.
"For our families behind us, wipe out these beasts from the Outer Realms! Brothers, charge!"
The Vermilion's form circled high in the sky. Beneath its Vermilion Bird Fire, countless monsters burned, raining down from above only to turn to ash before they even hit the ground. Then there was the Black Tortoise; wherever its massive body passed, its sheer weight crushed innumerable monsters.
