Lin Yun didn't know how long he stayed in that darkness.
It might have been an instant, it might have been a hundred years.
"Badump, badump, badump…"
Ultimately, the familiar heartbeat echoed once again in Lin Yun's ears. He subconsciously opened his eyes but only saw boundless flames. It looked as if the whole world was ignited. Amidst the flames, countless scenes flashed, shocking Lin Yun to his core.
It was the Draconic War.
Countless Dragons soared through the sky, covering it in a rainbow of colors. Numerous Dragon Breaths swept the earth, scorching it. The figures of the pure-blooded Elves could be seen everywhere, both above and below. Silver Moon Elves, Dark Night Elves, Blazing Sun Elves, and the Sacred Song Elves. The four Elven clans, which mastered elements as well as archery, spearmanship and holy light, all fought to the death.
