Just as the lords of various realms reached an agreement and began to familiarize themselves with the surroundings.
A large number of Tier Eight Lords also gathered at a stronghold on the other end of the battlefield.
These lords, unlike those from various realms who were teleported in, all had eyes that were black and red, and their bodies were distorted and deformed to varying degrees, turning into monsters.
"I can feel it, they've arrived."
A lord licked his lips, his eyes emitting a sinister gleam.
"Yes, I can feel it too."
"I've waited so long, finally they've come."
"No matter what, we must take some down with us this time."
The corners of the other lords' mouths turned up, all wearing cruel smiles.
They.
Were the lords in the Eternal Realm who had yet to be completely corrupted.
And this Battlefield of Ten Thousand Realms was the last revelry of the Eternal Realm.
So their target was only one.
