Outside the Wasteland!
A storm of blood and gore raged, filled with deafening slaughter, misty clouds of blood, and endless screams. Eight massive phalanxes, composed of countless armies of the cult, were driving the remaining thirty percent of the myriad realms' living creatures toward the Wasteland, like wolves herding sheep from every direction.
Those who resisted, or even those who were simply too slow, were cut down the moment they were overtaken, their souls scattered to the winds. Meanwhile, although the living beings of the myriad realms had organized small resistance forces, they were like mantises trying to stop a chariot under the fierce, brutal slaughter of the cult armies. Countless females were taken captive.
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