In the depths of the Domain of Endless Snow.

Grand Monarch Primal Wood of the Floragrims, Chatvic of the Titans, Scotte of the dragons, and the Golden-feathered Divine Finch of the Ancientbeasts looked down, enveloped in spheres of murky auras.

They had a panoramic view of the battle that was taking place below.

“Grand Monarch Unholy Wind has entered the late tenth grade,” Grand Monarch Primal Wood said with a worried frown. “Grand Monarch Eternal Purgatory alone is a ...