The Tower of Babel stands at the center of the world, its magnificence and majesty are daunting. However, at dawn, disaster suddenly struck. The huge explosion was deafening, as if the world was shaking. The Tower of Babel was shattered into countless fragments in a blinding light, its splendor disintegrating into a puff of dust that was blown away by the wind.
The Battlefield of the Gods, this mysterious place that originally allowed only creatures under the border realm to fight, has also undergone drastic changes at this time. The originally indestructible seal began to crack, emitting dazzling rays of light. An invisible force was released from the seal, as if Pandora's box had been opened. No matter where they are, the powerful warriors in the outer world feel a strong throbbing, which is the call from the battlefield of the gods.
The clouds are rolling in the sky, with thunder and lightning, seeming to tell of the coming chaos and war. The edges of the battlefield of the gods began to blur, as if the boundary with the outside world was disappearing. Those places that could only be used by low-level creatures to fight here now attract the attention of countless powerful people. They flocked here one after another, trying to find out the secrets behind this drastic change.
The whole world seems to be trembling, and an unprecedented war is about to begin. The power of the gods fills the air, and the auras of the powerful in the border realm are constantly approaching. A battle between gods is about to begin on this broken land.
As the Tower of Babel collapsed, a powerful energy was released from the ruins and turned into an invisible wave that spread in all directions instantly. The battlefield of the gods, the mysterious place that originally only allowed creatures under the border realm to fight, was also affected at this moment. The originally indestructible seal began to show cracks under the impact of the collapse of the Tower of Babel, as if it would break at any time.
At the same time, the powerful people in the border realm outside, whether they were in the heaven or the human world, all felt the strong fluctuations coming from the battlefield. Their hearts tightened, and their faces showed shock and uneasiness. They understand that the rules that once restricted their involvement in the battlefield have disappeared, and the outcome of this war will no longer be subject to any constraints.
The battlefield at this moment is no longer a stage for the creatures under the border realm, but a common battlefield between the gods and the powerful outsiders. An unprecedented fierce battle is about to begin, and neither gods nor humans can escape this fateful contest.
However, at that moment, the tower trembled violently, as if some irresistible force was tearing apart its solid foundation stone. Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar sounded, and the tower began to shake violently, as if it was about to topple. At this shocking moment, a dazzling light soared into the sky from the bottom of the tower, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, piercing the curtain of darkness.
The Battlefield of the Gods, that mysterious place that originally allowed only creatures under the border realm to fight, has also undergone drastic changes at this moment. The originally well-defined battlefield was now torn apart by a powerful force, the seal was opened, and the rules that bound the creatures disappeared instantly. The powerful warriors in the outside world, no matter where they were, suddenly sensed a strong wave. It was the power from the Tower of Babel, and it was a signal that the seal on the battlefield was broken.
They all raised their heads and looked toward the distant clouds, where the Tower of Babel once stood. An uneasy feeling spread in the hearts of the strong men, and they knew that it meant that some huge change was happening. It was a power beyond their knowledge, a power that could change the entire world.
At this moment, the Tower of Babel is no longer the standing symbol. It has become a ruin, and its former glory has been reduced to ashes. The battlefield of the gods has also lost the mystery and boundaries of the past, and has become a place where all living beings can set foot. Those creatures who were once bound here now have a wider world to fly. And those strong men in the border realm also began to worry about the upcoming new situation.
With the destruction of the Tower of Babel, the seal of the Battlefield of the Gods was unlocked. It was a mysterious place that originally only allowed creatures under the border realm to fight. Now that the seal has been released, the powerful people in the outer world have clearly sensed this. They felt a strong call, a call that transcended time and space and touched their souls.
Strong men from the feudal realm came to the battlefield one after another. Some of them wore iron armor and held heavy swords; some rode the wind and thunder and soared into the sky; some sneaked underground and controlled the power of elements. Everyone exudes a powerful aura, and their eyes are focused on the broken seal.
The battlefield at this moment is no longer the peaceful place it once was. The powers of the gods intertwined together to form bright pillars of light, illuminating the entire sky. The howling wind, thunder and lightning, and the trembling of the earth seemed to tell the story of the upcoming fierce battle.
This is not only a contest of strength, but also a contest of destiny. The power of the gods gathers at this moment, and the result will affect the fate of countless creatures. The world under this border is about to undergo an unprecedented great change.
The Tower of Babel was shaking violently, and every stone brick was trembling, as if telling an irresistible fate. The tower emitted a dazzling light, and with a roar, the entire tower began to collapse. Dust is flying, covering the sky, and the abode of the gods is disappearing.
At the same time, the seals on the Fengjiang battlefield seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and the originally peaceful space began to surge with uneasy energy. The rules that originally only allowed creatures under the border realm to fight here disappeared without a trace at this moment.
The powerful people in the border realm in the outside world suddenly sensed a strong wave no matter where they were. That is the call from the battlefield of the border area, the sigh of the gods, and the cry of all things. They felt the collapse of the Tower of Babel and the moment the seal was opened.
This is a drastic change. An era has ended and a new era is about to begin. The strong men in the border realm took action one after another. They knew that the world would no longer be peaceful. And they will also face unprecedented challenges and opportunities.
At the far end of the world, the border realm unfolds before our eyes like a broken picture. The once magnificent battlefield of gods is now only ruined, desolate and silent. There was an indescribable heaviness in the air, and even time seemed to slow down here.
The former glory and power of the gods were scattered across the battlefield like broken stars. A powerful divine substance emitted from these fragments, rising slowly like a thick mist. They intertwined and circled in the air, forming bright beams of light that illuminated this dark world.
Greedy creatures poured into this broken battlefield from all directions. They were either in human form or animal form, with enthusiasm and desire shining in their eyes. They stretched out their hands, greedily absorbing the divine substance and turning it into their own power. Their bodies gradually became transparent in the divine light, as if they were integrated with the battlefield.
Over time, the divine substance in the battlefield gradually decreased. But the desire of these creatures has not subsided, but has become stronger. They began to fight for the last trace of divine substance. The clash of swords and shields and angry roars intertwined, breaking this dead world.
In this battlefield of the gods, brokenness and rebirth coexist, despair and hope intertwine. Every inch of land and every ray of light tells the myths and legends of the past. And the greedy creatures, in this endless struggle, may be able to find their own destiny and destination.
At the far end of the world, the border realm is like a static boundary, separating the ordinary and the extraordinary. Its existence is both the end of all things and the beginning of the unknown. This land is filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere, as if telling ancient secrets.
The battlefield of the gods is located within this territory, and the once fierce battle has left it shattered. The cracks in the earth are like huge mouths, swallowing up light and hope. The towering peaks have become dwarfed, and only dry sand remains of the once vast ocean. There was a depressing atmosphere in the air, as if even breathing had become difficult.
However, within the brokenness lies new life. The gods descended on this battlefield one after another, greedily absorbing the divine substances. The figures of these gods are looming in the light, and their power is intertwined on this broken land, forming a magnificent picture.
Divine matter rose from the broken earth like streams of pure energy. They permeate the air and penetrate every corner. On this battlefield, every breath and every movement is full of power and mystery.
As time goes by, the fragments on the battlefield begin to reassemble, seeming to announce some kind of new miracle to the outside world. The broken earth gradually healed, forming a new frontier realm. The gods have also become stronger under the nourishment of this divine substance. Their power is constantly sublimating, as if they want to hold the entire world in their hands.
At this moment, the border realm is no longer a boundary, but has become a new starting point. It witnessed the rise of the gods and foreshadowed the infinite possibilities of the future. Within this territory, all things revive, gods descend, and a new myth is about to be staged.
Outside the border realm, the originally magnificent scenery now looked dilapidated and desolate. The once bright stars have dimmed, as if they were swallowed by endless darkness. Deep cracks opened in the earth, as if they were the traces left by the angry gods. There was a depressing atmosphere in the air, as if even breathing had become difficult.
At this moment, the battlefield of the gods is right in front of you. It is like a broken world, with continents floating in the sky, colliding with each other, breaking and then reorganizing. Blazing fire, dazzling lightning, roiling ground cracks, and endless ice all intertwined and collided here, bursting out with the power of destruction and rebirth.
In this broken world, gods appear one after another. Their figures were tall and mighty, exuding a terrifying aura. They greedily absorbed the divine substances on the battlefield, and these substances lingered around them, shining like bright stars. Every time they absorb, they become taller and more powerful.
The gods all had an expression of fanaticism and greed on their faces, as if they had forgotten the pain and disaster of war. In their eyes, there is only endless power and power, and only the material that can make them the true masters.
The entire feudal realm is immersed in the fragmentation and fanaticism of this battlefield of gods. Whether it is the sky, the earth or the air, it is full of the atmosphere of destruction and rebirth. Here, every living being can feel the endless power, and at the same time feel the endless fear.
On the vast land, the broken territory is like a weathered picture. The once glorious battlefield of the gods now only remains in ruins. Endless cracks spread like scars in time and space, swallowing up the glory of the past. The air is filled with light dust, and every particle of dust seems to carry an ancient memory.
The majesty and power of the gods have now turned into wisps of thin but powerful divine substance, slowly permeating the broken earth like mist in the morning light. They penetrate every inch of the land silently, and every piece of broken gravel gives this territory a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.
Greedy creatures poured into this broken battlefield from all directions, their eyes flashing with enthusiasm and desire. They either lie on the ground or fly in the sky, opening their arms and greedily absorbing the divine substance. Every breath seems to be blending with heaven and earth and talking to the gods. Their bodies gradually became stronger under the nourishment of divine substances, and even had the slightest radiance of divinity.
However, behind this greed and fanaticism, there are also endless crises hidden. Although the divine substance is powerful, it also carries the violence and anger of the gods. Those creatures that cannot control this power will turn into dust in this greedy feast, becoming another tragedy on this broken battlefield.
This is the feeling of the Frontier Realm. It has witnessed the glory and fall of the gods, and also carries the desire and greed of creatures for power. In this cycle of fragmentation and rebirth, the Frontier will continue to witness more stories until new legends are born again on this land.
The once magnificent scenery now looked dilapidated and desolate. The once prosperous battlefield of gods is now only ruined, as if telling the story of its past glory and current loneliness. There was a heavy sense of depression in the air, as if even time slowed down here.
The figures of the gods appeared on this broken battlefield one after another, their eyes showing greedy light. They search among the ruins and greedily absorb the divine substances on the battlefield. These substances are the source of their power and the key to their pursuit of eternal life.
In this greedy absorption, powerful breaths continued to emerge, and the power of the gods was restored and enhanced on this battlefield. Their figures became blurred when surrounded by divine substances, as if they were integrated with the battlefield.
However, in this greedy absorption, there is also hidden the uneasiness and anxiety in the hearts of the gods. They know very well that the divine substances on this battlefield are limited, and in order to compete for these substances, they may start another war. And this war may cost them even more.
In the center of the battlefield of the gods, the masters of the feudal realm stood in the sky, their eyes cold and firm. The weapon in his hand flashed with cold light, and every swing was accompanied by a poignant sword light that tore the air apart. Their movements were swift and graceful, as if they were performing a dance of death.
There is no mercy in their hearts, no mercy in their eyes. Everyone on the battlefield is divided into two camps: the enemy and ourselves. They are ruthless against those who do not belong to their own camp. Every sword and every blow is full of ruthlessness and decisiveness.
Blood splattered and flesh was torn apart. Under their swords, life seemed so fragile and vulnerable. Every beheading is like declaring a cruel victory, and every time the sword rises and falls, it is like writing an immortal legend with the cold blade.
On this battlefield, only the strongest can survive. This is the rule of the gods and the belief in their hearts.
Every move they make is full of power and majesty, as if the most powerful force in the world is gathered in their hands. The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, the sword light is flashing, and every confrontation is accompanied by violent energy fluctuations.
They are even more merciless towards those who are not in their camp. Their attacks were as violent as a violent storm, and every beheading seemed to use all their strength. Their figures quickly shuttled across the battlefield, taking away a life with every shot.
The entire battlefield was enveloped by their momentum, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. In this fierce battle, the masters of the Frontier Realm showed their unparalleled strength and ruthless killing nature.
The masters of the feudal realm are like a group of cheetahs, vigorous and ruthless. Their eyes were like ice, devoid of emotion, only the desire for victory and the coldness towards the enemy. The weapons in their hands shone coldly in the sun. They were ruthless butcher knives and a strong shield to protect their own camp.
These masters no longer had any hesitation or mercy. They waved their weapons, and every kill was as fast and powerful as thunder. In front of them, people who are not from their own camp are like fallen leaves ravaged by the strong wind. No matter how hard they struggle, they cannot escape their final fate. Blood splashed on the battlefield, and every beheading was accompanied by a shrill scream, which was the lament of the loss of life and the fear of death.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the battlefield of the gods seemed to have turned into a Shura field, with only the echoes of coldness and death constantly echoing. These masters of the border realm have firm eyes and decisive actions. They know that this is war, this is a battle of life and death. For the enemy, the only option is to kill them.
Their swords are extremely sharp, and every swing carries destructive power, cutting down their enemies mercilessly. Their movements are agile and strange, making them unpredictable, and every attack catches people off guard. They are ruthless in their attacks. Whether they are people from the same camp or from the enemy camp, as long as they are not one of their own, they will kill them mercilessly.
