The battlefield tilted decisively.
The Demonic Forces had lost too many Great Ascension Realm cultivators.
Moreover, unlike before—when Heaven's Mandate Reversal had left him drained and forced out of the battle—Bai Zihan remained fully capable of fighting.
The Desolate Heaven Empire now held the overwhelming advantage.
Demonic Qi thinned across the battlefield.
Yet despite this—
Everyone knew.
The true deciding factor had never been the Great Ascension Realm.
It was the Immortals.
High above the battlefield, where space warped and laws screamed under pressure, the clash between Immortal existences continued to tear at the heavens themselves.
That was where victory would truly be decided.
And just as many braced themselves for a prolonged, brutal stalemate—like the last great war—
Something changed.
"Fate Severing Slash!"
The Half-Qilin's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
The moment Bai Ren spoke those words, it felt like it—
Not power exploding outward—
