Darryl’s expression changed drastically the moment he fell into the abyss. He cursed, driving his Heavenly Halberd to the walls of the abyss to reduce his momentum of falling.

...

On the other side.

The war between the Nine Continent Army and Raksasa was still going on.

Yells and screams were heard on the battlefield with rivers of blood everywhere.

Regardless of the party, all of them were putting their lives on the line to kill each other, their eyes crimson. They were ready to fight to their last breath.

Chester, Dax, Quincy, and the others became weak, their faces pale.

Although the Nine Continent had the upper hand, sacrifices had to be made if they wanted a complete victory in the war. After all, the Raksasa Tribe warriors were vigorous in combat and they were not afraid to lose their lives.

*Whoosh!*

A fit and curvaceous figure leaped into the sky that instant. She observed her surroundings before shouting to the Raksasa Tribe, “Listen, Warriors of Raksasa Army! Stop fi