Now, within ten thousand miles around Sky Heart Valley, there lies a scene of utter devastation.
It resembles a purgatory on earth.
All the cities have been burned to ashes, not a single plant or tree survives, the mountains and rivers are barren, the earth cracked with fierce fissures crisscrossing in all directions.
Bones are scattered across the land, some without even their skeletons remaining.
The breeze carries dust with it, spreading throughout this space.
This is not sand... it is bone ash.
A battle at the level of the Domain God Realm, or even higher, is just like this.
In such a battle, within tens of thousands of miles, not a single blade of grass will survive!
Only those with slightly higher realms could possibly live through this catastrophe.
And at the center of this brutal battle.
Everyone is looking up at the sky with horror.
A man and a woman float above, the man with a resolute face, the woman naturally enchanting.
