The battlefield had already become completely different.
What was once an overwhelming advantage for the Upper Realm army had gradually transformed into a chaotic battlefield where even the most powerful beings could no longer remain indifferent.
And now, the three Earth Immortals finally could not sit still.
The middle aged man in golden armor slowly opened his eyes.
At the same time, the pale blue robed woman and the old man holding the black wooden staff also looked towards the distant battlefield.
Their expressions were no longer as indifferent as before, containing immense solemnity.
The situation had already far exceeded their expectations.
Originally, the Cleansing should have been nothing more than a one sided massacre.
The Lower Realm was pitifully weak, and the Upper Realm was countless times stronger than it.
Even if the Lower Realm possessed some hidden ancient existences, they should not have been able to change the overall situation.
