This time, the visions unfolded much faster than before, revealing many stories in a short amount of time. It was a heroic war where the ancestors of Huaxia gambled their futures—a conflict of life and death, a battle for their very existence.
Wang Jian had already witnessed the Black Soul Monsters' ability to devour souls firsthand, having seen it happen to Zhang Haiyuan. The war behind the Stone Gate grew fiercer. The creatures seemed endless. An ordinary person's Yang Soul was simply not enough to defeat these monsters. Even their severed parts would transform into smaller beasts to roam the battlefield. Many Yang Souls were overwhelmed by swarms of monsters and became their nourishment. As this disadvantage grew, the pressure on the human side mounted. Their allies grew weaker while their enemies grew stronger and more numerous.
"Everyone, things are looking grim!" someone shouted, unable to bear it any longer.
