Standing atop the great wall, Feng Lin watched in astonishment.
While he was hiding from the world to train, he had thought that the battle between the humans and spirits would be a long and weary battle of the races. He had not expected the battle situation to have evolved so quickly as they fought on fervently without rest.
The thunderous explosions of space shuttles, mechas, and cannons rang through the air, and the skies were tinted with their fiery red remains – all of which were signs of the ongoing battles happening outside the great wall.
The war between the two races in the infinite universe gave little regard to night and day, and bloodshed was happening every second. It felt like a never-ending battle.
At this stage, the fight was no longer about calculated moves and battle strategies; it was just a mindless streak of cold, numbing killings.
