Kachaa! Kachaa! Kachaa!
At this moment.
The sound of a mirror cracking was heard.
It was precisely because the celestial, fiend, and ghost clans had opened up the space-time Tunnel one after another, crossing through the obstacles of space and descending that they had almost completely distorted the space on this side, causing black cracks to appear in the space like distorted lightning.
They were densely packed.
they intertwined like a net.
It was extremely dense.
Gradually.
it didn't take long.
All these strange phenomena were disappearing.
The 'Gate of Heaven' that was filled with holy music, the 'gate of hell' that was covered in painful wails, and the dark, hideous crack.
They all disappeared one after another.
In the end.
there were only three figures standing in the air. they were at the edge of the battlefield, looking down from above. they were surrounded by layers of mysterious fog, making it impossible to see clearly.
