Now that the boundary wall between the South and North is open, the true powerhouses from both realms, almost everyone meant to join in, have entered the battlefield.
Ning Qi watched the people charging at the forefront; they were undoubtedly the cultivators most determined to defend their Spirit Realm and the most eager to earn merits.
However, in just a moment.
From the sky above the frontline, numerous cultivators fell down from the air.
Those unfortunate enough were caught in the flesh and blood grindstone of the two battling sides, not even leaving behind remnants.
Those of average luck ended up with horribly mangled remains.
Those slightly luckier stepped over the corpses and blood of friend and foe, slaying opposing cultivators and earning considerable merits.
Invisibly, the flowing blood, dissipating Spiritual Qi, and shattered power of rules were moving within the war domain.
They seemed to be quietly drawn by something, completely integrating into the boundary wall.
