The scene below the Saint Mountain was shocking.
A five-hundred-kilometer-long huge fissure had appeared on the plains south of Saint Mountain. There were also huge pits on the ground. From the fissure and the pits, hordes of undead were pouring forth.
On the vast plains, more than twenty million martial artists were present, all with their divine shields shining and weapons dancing as they battled the undead to the death.
At every moment, the undead was being destroyed and turned into minced flesh; the plains had long been dyed black. Of course, humans were being slaughtered as well. Their bodies were then filled with a black aura as they were silently dragged downwards by the Devil Star Vines.