"Come on, if you dare step into this domain!"
This scene instilled even the fearless Abyss Demons with apprehension.
They could sense that the Dead Silence Plain was permeated not only with the physical cold and the breath of Death, but an indescribable Strength as well.
It seemed to silently warn them that this was a forbidden zone of Life, a paradise of Death.
Any creature daring to tread upon it would pay a heavy price.
Thus, the two sides remained in a stalemate on either side of this boundary.
The Demon Army did not advance further, stationed behind this boundary, yet without crossing it.
The Undead stood quietly at the edge of the Dead Silence Plain, with no further action or slightest retreat.
Time seemed to freeze, while an atmosphere of tension and oppression filled the air.
Lis stood among the Abyss Demons, looking at the boundary before him.
He was certain that on the opposite side lay the Abyss Plane belonging to the 107th layer, the Nether Breath Domain.
