On the distant horizon, accompanied by an omnipresent murderous aura, the continuous thud of shaken ground resounded.
Thud, thud, thud.
It was rhythmic and heart-wrenching.
Even Leo Ray standing on the city gate tower could clearly feel the trembling under his feet.
That orderly, dense sound of footsteps was particularly piercing in the quiet moonlit night, like the drumbeat of death, constantly trembling in everyone's heart.
In the blink of an eye, the dense figures of soldiers, carrying fluttering war flags, began to slowly emerge on the horizon.
As the figures of the soldiers became clearer, crisp sounds of armor clashing joined the heavy footsteps, making the approaching thunder even more chilling.
After a short while, the wide road ahead was already filled with the black, crowded soldiers, like a continuous torrent of steel with no end in sight.
War horses neighed, and killing intent boiled.
