Boiling blood soaked the nameless wild mountain, with severed limbs of mortal soldiers scattered everywhere, and weapons, melted but not yet fully solidified, standing on the scorched ground. Broken flags were burned to ashes, floating as countless dust particles in the air.
The wind swept through, and the remnants of divine power waves attracted the attention of a deity.
He hovered in mid-air, the platinum armor on him flowing with a cold, hard gloss under the dim sky, erupting a powerful aura as grand and majestic as a mountain.
Celestial Martial, the Six Divisions Yama God, after accumulating immense honor, advanced to the Saint Hall, becoming a Saint King.
