In the center of the battlefield, especially at the junction between the fortress and the outermost defensive line, the scene was particularly horrifying.
The demon corpses piled up like mountains, with limbs of various shapes, shattered shells, and twisted weapons mixed together, forming hills emitting the stench of chaos and corrupt energy.
The dark purple demon blood flowed like sticky streams, wantonly coursing over the scorched earth, long since dyeing the entire land a nauseating dark purple-black.
Thick blood mud almost covered the original landscape, and every step felt like one could stir up sticky death.
Above this grim scene of battle aftermath, a colossal and graceful figure emanated a gentle yet powerful aura of life, dispelling the gloom of the battlefield.
The Sky Dragon, this formidable ally, at this moment, rarely revealed its sacred and majestic Dragon Race form fully.
