The roars from both sides echoed as their armies clashed head-on, the Cloud Boat drawing near to the confrontation.
Troops from both sides launched from the Cloud Boat, their Soul Energy colliding, engaging in close combat.
Fists met flesh in a brutal face-off.
Compared to the vast darkness of the Void, the people from both sides were like swarming ants, mixing and interweaving.
The soldiers on each side sought out opponents to fight against.
The battle was deadlocked; although people were continuously falling, the losses were minimal compared to the massive armies.
"What kind of bullshit war is this, like a child's fight, what's the difference?" appeared suddenly next to Yuan Jingtian in the Void, Sun Wukong glanced at the situation ahead and laughed out loud.
Ridicule!
Despite the immense advantage and organized battle formations of the Divine Race, in Sun Wukong's eyes, it still seemed crude and laughable.
