A battle between the strong lasts dozens of days, long?
Not long.
In the Lower Realm, various prodigies and heroes slaughter each other, chasing and fleeing across mountains and rivers, eating in the wind and sleeping in the dew, all within mere months, perhaps years.
Yet, just in these dozens of days in the Divine Realm, the Lower Realm has already entered a new era.
"Truly interesting, soon some flowers like you will roar and charge upwards."
Sylvie spoke indifferently:
"Since the dawn of time, the Dream Garment Race is not proficient in combat, but excels in assistance, yet I've dreamed through countless reincarnations, witnessing one puppet role after another on the stage, each mighty race, far surpassing me, but how many can kill me?"
Everyone below had dull expressions.
It is not bravery or might, but killing with the trend of the era, that embodies the Celestial Dao.
This move is too ruthless, one might say it not only kills but also crushes the spirit!
