Sounds of thunderous clashes filled the skies of the Dragon Capital as cultivators on both sides of the war fought to their best capacity.
Colorful explosions left behind a horrifying sight of death as bodies fell from the skies at every moment. Some were burnt, some frozen. Some were wrapped in vines, some cut in half. Some were filled with holes and some were simply intact but with no life in it.
A deathly aura filled the skies of the Dragon Capital as Alex's army used their upper hand to rend the life out of the empire's army.
It was a sad sight to anyone outside of the war, horrifying even. Neither of the armies was fighting for anything more than just what side they were on. Some believed in the cause of war, but most were fighting only because they had been ordered to do so.
