At that moment, the atmosphere seemed to freeze, as if everything had fallen into a dead silence.
On the vast battlefield outside the Underworld Dynasty, the once overwhelming army of blood-tainted souls was nearly wiped out in an instant by a single sword strike.
The ground, now scarred with a massive crack stretching for miles, looked like a deep canyon. The sight of it sent chills down everyone's spine—no one could believe that such a massive rift had been created by just one sword.
Countless blood-red souls were obliterated by that strike, and even the Underworld Dynasty's army stood there, stunned, completely unprepared for what had just happened.
But soon, they snapped out of it.
"Who could possibly have done something like this?!"
All eyes turned to the two figures floating in the sky, and the ghost soldiers below were instantly filled with excitement and hope.
