The gate of the broken world.
In the sky, blood clouds covered the world.
Like a broken skylight, a gloomy red color fell, leaving a lingering shadow.
On the ground, there were mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.
If one touched the floating body pieces with their hands, they would still feel some warmth.
The wind was as sharp as a knife, and it was even more piercing.
The rain was as cold as frost, and even more silent.
The Thunder rumbled like the angry roar of a God, wanting to punish the evil in the world.
However, in this battle of the Twilight of the Gods, they could only serve as a foil.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
After crossing paths for the 1217th time, the God of twelve-winged order and fallen angels wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glared coldly at the God of twelve-winged doomsday Evil Angel opposite him.
The latter laughed indifferently, the corners of his mouth lifting up, full of superiority.
