On the Battlefield of Gods and Demons, black smoke billowed, demonic qi surged, and skeletons were faintly visible everywhere. Some had already decayed, some were half-buried in the soil, and others, even after countless ages, stood firm as they did in life, retaining their lethal postures. The murderous aura was palpable, with a few even having preserved their flesh, not yet fully decayed despite the eons, shimmering crystalline, with blood maintaining its crimson hue, a heavy bloodthirsty scent permeating the heavens, akin to an Asura battlefield.
This is absolute hell on earth!
The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals of the past, peerless True Immortals, even in death, remain free from the erosion of worldly rules!
