Was this the battle of this world?
Xia ping 'an hid on the leg of the Tree of Life, looking at the sky above him that was filled with a rain of fire, blood, arrows, and corpses. He sighed in his heart.
Demons flying in the sky had wings and could release simple magic skills. Given the pedigree of demons, they were a branch of wing demons. Although those wing demons were severely injured or killed by that city and the Tree of Life almost at any time, those wing demons were still shrieking in the sky like moths darting into the fire as they were attacking the Tree of Life dauntlessly.
This was how brutal the battle was. It would not be relieved just because of the ultimate lock of Primal Chaos in this world. The life-and-death battles of all levels and ranks had never stopped.
