Amidst the fires of war, rescue teams began to mobilize, and star castles set sail one after another. Of course, places guarded by large-scale arrays or powerful primordial soul wizards would likely weather these aftershocks in safety.
As the fusion of Heaven Continent drew to its close, Emmon, the last to let go, exhaled a long breath. He gazed upward—on the high sky, Supreme Council heroes, barbarian tribes, and the arriving Nine Death Swordmen such as Nether Emperors, had just barely managed to hold back all the demons in the Land of Darkness. Yet, because they were too close to Nora, the crystal wall millions of miles above Heaven Continent was riddled with vicious cracks, impossible to heal in the short term.
The Sky Dome had shattered; dark corrosion seeped through.
