บท 1571: Brutal Battlefield

Volcano Cloud Sea.

Broken battleships, pieces of armor, weapons, corpses, and rocks filled the void.

Dazzling halos covered so many different-colored soul altars, icy crystals and lava ponds, and hovered around. Rare divine weapons soared like flying dragons. Battleships shot blinding light columns. So many territories that looked realistic emerged and created so many illusions.

This place had become the most dreadful meat-grinding field in this vast sea of stars. Corpses and broken limbs were everywhere. The soul altars collapsed massively.