Billions of powerful entities, even the weakest among them are Primal Gods, their combined assault is as mighty as a torrent formed by countless streams of power converging.
Chu Yuan looked on casually; he relished the feelings of the battlefield, for he is an Emperor who emerged victorious from the killing fields.
After arriving at the Heavenly Battlefield, Chu Yuan did not exercise his will over the heavens, to avoid unnecessary troubles.
These unnecessary troubles refer to Thunder and Martial, for if a will comparable to the heavens existed, they wouldn't stand idly by.
With his power, if he doesn't release it actively, no one can detect it.
War flames ignited everywhere.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It was the sound of war drums reverberating!
"A greater battle!"
Chu Yuan did not focus too much on the minor battlefield; his gaze crossed time and space, sensing the momentum of the heavens and earth shattering, even capable of crushing the will of imperial realms.
