In this land shrouded in gloom, towering temples stand majestically as if giants under the firmament, casting vast shadows, silently witnessing a fierce slaughter in the human world.
These temples are not only symbols of faith but also sanctuaries for countless lives. The strength they bestow is like an indestructible armor, protecting those battling in bloody conflicts.
The cries of battle and the clashing of weapons intertwine in the air, accompanied by the ancient echoes of the temples, becoming even more heart-stirring.
Old Huang looked at the dazzling main battleground in the distance, as if he could hear the roars from within.
He weakly said in fear: "Our small world here won't turn out like that... right?"
The Divine King shook his head: "No, it won't."
"Even if many small worlds merge over, the center where the Gods Palace and Abyss lie is the real main battleground."
"That's a relief then..."
Old Huang could only comfort himself in this way.
