In an instant, light exploded in every direction, colors weaving together into a scene both magnificent and terrifying. Energy ripples surged like violent waves, slamming into everything in their path, one wave after another.
Under the impact of this immense power, the mountain peaks in the valley trembled until they were on the verge of collapse. The earth split into deep, gaping fissures like the bloodthirsty maws of savage beasts. Dust and smoke filled the air, blotting out the sun and plunging the entire world into darkness.
Amidst the fierce battle, Bai Ze stood behind the Demon race army, his gaze fixed intently on the field. Watching the heavy casualties, his heart grew increasingly anxious. He furrowed his brows, his eyes betraying deep worry and unease. He knew that if this stalemate continued, the Demon race would suffer devastating losses and have their vitality severely damaged. He hurriedly summoned a subordinate and demanded in a sharp, commanding voice, "Tell me, how goes the collection of the Human Race's vengeful souls?" His tone was urgent and majestic, as if he were ordering a matter of life and death.
Chapter 111