「Three days later!」
Armies swirling with killing intent and a blood-red aura arrived outside a massive continent. This continent was an icy blue, exuding a majestic atmosphere, and its diameter reached a billion kilometers. The azure world-sky above was covered in defensive formation patterns, rendering it as strong as a fortress of copper and iron.
"Quite a lot of people have shown up!" Zhao Yun, clad in armor, stood at the head of the army. His gaze, sharp as a sword, pierced through the formation, allowing him to see the situation within the world.
There, the elite forces of the various major clans from the Minor Thousand Worlds had gathered. Led by the Ice Wing Clan, an army a billion strong hovered in the low sky.
"Now this is more like it!" Lv Bu whispered, his eyes defiant and filled with a bone-chilling killing intent.
