Looking up at the violently trembling seven-colored light screen overhead, which dyed layer upon layer of worlds with blood-red light, and hearing the anguished howls echoing across the battlefield, all the strong men of civilization wore grave expressions.
This anomaly persisted for nearly half a year before finally subsiding.
Even the blood light that enveloped the Seventh Layer of the universe began to fade, rendering the entire world eerily silent, as though nothing had ever occurred.
"Has the great war... ended?" Skyflame Supreme muttered uncertainly.
"Unclear." Others subtly shook their heads, their faces still clouded, as they continued to stare up at the seven-colored light screen.
Even though the intense battle waves that had raged for over a decade on the Seventh Layer battlefield had disappeared, an inexplicable oppression lingered over everyone.
