End of the Calamity

"Are they finally gone?"

As the Corpse Ancestor stepped through the void and left, the sky returned to calm. The blood mist in the sky dissipated, and everything began to return to its original normal state.

The bright moon was in the sky, and the night was silent. It was difficult to associate such a quiet night with the scene of the blood mist devouring the sky just now, as if it was the end of the world.

After today's battle, everyone understood a principle. The true crisis was coming. This was just a warning, a signal before the war began. The strangeness made a comeback. The Nine Heavens and Ten Lands faced a calamity again. A great calamity might be about to unfold.

"Whew, how terrifying! This suffocating ominous aura makes one's soul tremble. Once one is tainted by it, they will be consigned to eternal damnation."

"The Corpse Ancestor has lost everything in this battle. He will definitely not stop. Looks like we have to prepare early."