The foreign army and the Holy Spirit Legion constantly collided on the vast blood-drenched wilderness, their formations interlocked in battle, their fighting figures everywhere on the ground and in the air.
Energy shocks, forceful blasts, and spells intertwined, the sound of explosions booming everywhere.
Evil Wuxue saw that the gods' target was merely the Spire and not the foreign army; his face instantly turned extremely ugly!
"You all deserve to die for trying to sabotage the blood sacrifice ritual!" Evil Wuxue roared, reaching forward with his hand, a surge of divine power rushing towards the gods.
In an instant, countless divine forces transformed into blades, spears, swords, and halberds, as well as fierce beasts, charging at the gods. Evil Wuxue didn't even glance at the gods; instead, he turned his gaze towards the foreign army fighting on the ground, a trace of reluctance in his eyes, which soon turned ruthless again.
