Noro Mai stood utterly still, her gaze clearly reflecting the scenes from the other end of those space portals.
The battlefield turned into ruins under the colossal hand that blocked out the sky, the Void Refining spirits and demons howling as their spirit souls were scattered, even the projections of Hell's tributary were easily crushed.
Under that palm, there was no difference between the Spirit Refining Ghost King, the Return-to-Void Great Ghost King, and the Void Refining spirits and demons.
Strictly speaking, the intensity of the battlefields opened up by the projections of Hell's tributary was not high, and most battlefields were only overseen by Ghost Kings at the Spirit Refining Stage, which is why the Human Clan was still able to barely hold on.
