The mountains collapsed, the land was scarred.
Across the vast earth,
lay the brutally discarded corpses of nineteen Great Saints.
Crimson Demon Blood flowed in torrents, forming raging blood rivers that interconnected and plunged into deep pits, eventually becoming vast blood lakes.
The entire world was filled with a thick aura of bloody malevolence.
At the edge of the battlefield, which resembled ruins,
Wei Yunfeng's expression was blank as he stared in a daze at this scene, unable to awaken from his shock for a long time.
At that moment, he questioned whether he had fallen into an illusion cast by one of the Demon race, trapped in a fantastical realm.
Yet, the trembling yet excited Primordial Spirit within his Divine Mansion was constantly reminding him that everything before his eyes was real.
Incredible!!
Unbelievable!!
Despite having witnessed everything with his own eyes, such emotions still surfaced in his heart.
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