Back at the Rogue Planet, two days had already passed. Although many were at the Planetary level, they weren't immortals or anything of the sort; their stamina ran out, their mana dried up, and their potions were exhausted. Many who weren't Planetary-level individuals also existed.
People panted, their bodies covered in injuries of various shapes, sizes, and depths. Many screamed in pain as countless others continued to die while the battle raged on and on. Corpses piled up endlessly; tens, hundreds, thousands, millions. Angels, Demons, Humans, Dragons, and races from both sides fought to the bitter end.
It was simply a bloodbath in every sense of the word, as a huge portion of the Rogue Planet was now stained by the blood of the fallen. Blood pooled together from different beings, forming rivers and lakes of crimson that stretched across shattered landscapes and ruined terrain.
