Rabio World, the sky had been enveloped by blood-colored light for a year.
Just one year ago, at the moment when the blood light appeared, all the natural deities, Mythical Creatures, sages of all races, Sword Gods, War Gods, etc., from the entire Great Thousand Worlds received a notification from the Will of the World.
Doomsday was imminent.
One year later, the designated point for the descent of doomsday—the Despair Plains—had now gathered countless warriors from the Rabio World.
Among them, the most numerous are the members of the Caesar Race, clad in armor and covered with thick fur, resembling human apes, totaling a staggering forty-five billion from the Eight Great Empires and the thirty-seven Duch Countries.
However, the average strength of these warriors was mediocre; most were merely Second Layer Cultivators.
Yet, under the enhancement of armor, weapons, and battle formations led by Senior soldiers, they constituted the most formidable force in this world.
