Tianheng Continent, Central State, a boundless dark void.
In this moment, the night is shrouded in a vast expanse of gray mist.
And right within this vast gray mist, two armies had originally been locked in a brutal clash.
Ever since the Divine Clan began invading the Tianheng Continent, the war in Central State has never stopped.
Right now, within that sea of gray mist, the Dark Camp Army is completely unharmed, but the Divine Clan army is letting out agonized howls one after another, the dense scales covering their bodies all turning into an eerie gray-black, as if they've been poisoned.
At this time, the Dark Army soldiers stare at their opponents who suddenly fell into such pain, all of them wearing shocked expressions, some utterly confused.
"This is… poison!" The Death Emperor Lingg Yefeng, Death Scythe in hand, had originally been battling a Six-star Demigod Realm powerhouse of the Purple Scale Divine Clan, countless Yin Corpses whirling madly around him as their center.
