Reincarnation

The anguished wails of Heavenly Human Tribe Generals reverberated throughout the battlefield.

There weren't that many divine weapons; only ten thousand to be exact, but they were all materialized from gargantuan golden swastika symbols. The power they contained was sufficient to split mountains, part oceans, and slice through space. They were devastating weapons that the Immortal Vanquishing Celestial Swords from before could not compare to.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The golden divine weapons harvested the lives of Heavenly Human Tribe powerful beings in a frenzy.

At most, about a dozen of these weapons would be enough to kill a Soul Piercing Stage General, while even the more powerful Heaven Pioneer Stage Great Generals would fall in the face of several hundred of them.

The dusk intertwined with the blood of powerful beings.

It was as if one legend after another had drawn to their conclusions.