The Divine Hall has now turned into a human Purgatory.
Smoke and flames of war are everywhere, the sounds of battle between armies are endless, and vast magnificent buildings have become ruins. The air is filled with the scent of war and blood.
The young Black Panther steps on the corpse of an Insect Clan member.
The Beastman clearly just died, eyes not yet closed in peace, with a large pool of blood spreading beneath him.
All around are many scattered and broken bodies, with flowing blood gathering into streams, dyeing the entire ground blood-red.
A crazed aura surged around the youth, his golden eyes blood-red, one of his arms still maintaining a Beastified form, black sharp claws dripping with fresh blood.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, he sharply turned to look in a direction, his cold eyes like blades.
The female stood not far away, just as she was in his memory, wearing a black dress with her beautiful black hair simply tied up, revealing her slender white neck.
