They said so, but no one dared to trust such an alliance on the battlefield. The Abyssal Lord did not reply, and although its forces were indeed drawing closer to the Iron Army, it had no intention of providing any defensive support.
The battlefield was in full swing. The three Fourth Energy Level beings hadn't yet acted, but they were already using their respective methods to protect their armies, waiting for the tide of battle to change and for the enemy to reveal a fatal flaw.
But at that moment.
In the distant sky, the twilight glow of the setting sun suddenly trembled violently.
It was as if it were distorted by large masses of scorching air, or like the entire night sky was shaken like a rolling scroll. The light was disrupted, and a vague giant shadow, with a terrifying aura that no one present could ignore, swiftly approached the battlefield.
The orange-red clouds and the dark-blue sky all served as a backdrop to the phantom, miles away.
