The Outerealm Battlefield.

This was a vast space that was opened up in a chaotic area between the three dimensions and the Outerealm, and it was comparable to a large world in scale!

There was no day nor night here, and it was covered in grey mist all year long. Moreover, it was dim and overcast with piercingly cold winds whistling by while filled with sand, and it was an extreme scene of desolation.

The ground was covered in ghastly white bones, damaged weapons, broken armor, and various strange magic treasure fragments that were mottled with rust.

Strands of the aura of war, slaughter, and blood filled every single inch of the air here, causing others to feel extremely oppressed.

Wuwuu~ Wuwuu~

A chilly sound of the horn resounded out and shook the surroundings. In next to no time, row after row of robust figures retreated from the frontline like the tide, and they returned to the campsite before sitting down and resting.

“How many did you kill this time?”

“Alas, don’t mention it, I only killed 16. Dammit! Those Xeno-race were too cowardly to the point I couldn’t fucking find an opponent. Right, how about you? How many did you kill?”

“Hehe, not much, just 18 more than you.”

“Fuck the hell off! Don’t try to put on an act before me! How could...