In the Divine Realm, the magnificent and majestic Light God Palace, emanating infinite light, radiated a solemn and grand aura.
Within the tall Divine Temple, flanked by rows of powerful beings, at least at the level of twelve-winged angels or above, the Light God seated high on the divine throne appeared even more grand.
Suddenly, this grand figure abruptly raised his head, casting his gaze towards a distant, unknown void.
Immediately, his face, filled with endless authority, shifted, and he stood up.
"My Lord, what has transpired?"
In front, one of the Great Archangels spoke, respectfully inquiring.
"The aura of the Strongest Expert from Biluo has left the battlefield!"
The Light God's eyes seemed to transform into sources of light, piercing through layers of void, gazing towards the direction where the Light Camp was battling the Biluo Cultivators.
"What? That Expert dares to leave the battlefield? Is the Biluo Great World planning to abandon this war?"
