Just like that, a year passed. By this time, the dominion had truly sunk into chaos. Disasters rose one after another in various regions. The Diabolic Dragon Clan had successfully gained a foothold in the dominion. They, along with numerous devils, had erased and occupied the Dusk Dynasty.

A powerful ancestor of the Diabolic Dragon Clan had personally appeared. That ancestor was a peak Devil God and was not an opponent humanity could easily contend with. At the Western Desert, the Zombie God had appeared. It had madly taken over large swathes of land. With its army of zombies and strength comparable to the top human Gods, it seemed undefeatable. 

There were also rumors that the allied alien army was on the way to the dominion and would arrive soon. The many calamities placed humanity in deep fear, and many sought asylum from the bigger...