At the same time, as the battle raged fiercely in the right-wing war zone of the gods, the starry sky between the Fourth and Fifth Star Rings suddenly twisted.
An enormous rift abruptly appeared in the void, as if an invisible hand tore it open violently from the inside.
Two figures shot out from the gaping rift.
One was a woman. Her face was pale, Her attire wrinkled and disheveled, and what was once a vibrant blue now appeared deathly white, as though the seas it contained had completely dried up.
Though She still wore her phoenix crown, the brilliance within it was extinguished—phoenixes had fallen. Even the jeweled eyes adorning the crown had faded into a dull, ashen gray.
Beside Her was an aged god radiating an aura of decay. His realm appeared unstable, and His body was riddled with countless cracks, as though barely pieced back together.
The instant They emerged, both figures spewed large amounts of blood.
