Third Heaven, Southeast Front.
The scene here remains unchanged, the flames of war raging endlessly.
Looking out, countless valiant female warriors create an insurmountable grand wall with bronze barriers and the crisscrossing weapons that fill the sky.
The battle cries from the Nu Ying tribe, mingling with the flapping of the Faceless Jade Venerable's robes, fill the battlefield.
In one second, the Faceless Jade Venerable shattered like jade and died.
In the next, Nu Ying's minions painted the land with blood.
Victory and defeat, life and death.
Constantly alternating, like a needle against a wheat stalk.
On the defense line that stretched as far as the eye could see, stood a unique presence, identical in appearance to Nu Ying's minions but with an ethereal body, reaching an astounding height of two hundred and seventy-eight meters.
She was a giant who held up the sky, also a Stabilizing Needle on the battlefield—Nu Ying's Mirage!
