On the battlefield, flesh and blood flew, primordial spirits perished.
Zhao Feng stood in the void, his expression calm as he observed it all as if he were an outsider.
He did not rush to make a move.
This war is both a battle of life and death for Great Qin and a battle of prestige for Great Qin.
He wanted to show the beings of the Three Realms the terrifying power of the Human Dao.
He wanted those lofty immortals and Buddhas to understand that the Human Race is no longer a lamb to be slaughtered.
Clang!
Once again, he lightly tapped the Chaos Bell.
The distant bell sound echoed through the heavens and the earth once more.
This time, the bell sound was not to stabilize time and space but transformed into an invisible summon, penetrating through endless spaces, entering the Four Seas.
Roar!
Roar!
Roar!
The next moment.
In the east, south, west, and north, the vast seas churned violently simultaneously.
