"Huh? Why is it getting light out?"
"Captain, look at the sky...!"
"Who is that? The enemy?"
The dark, blood-red halo that rained down made many of the White Armors arrayed before the Barbarian City instinctively look up.
In their field of view, the blood-ink color spread rapidly across the ink-black sky as if it were substantial, yet silent.
Under its illumination, the entire vast Barbarian Tribe Holy City seemed to be draped in a thin, crystalline veil of blood.
The blood glow was eerie and silent.
If it were an ordinary soldier or military formation that saw such a phenomenon in the sky, their morale might have already begun to waver, but as the seasoned elites of Dayan, the White Armors below the city already had considerable composure for such scenes.
Every soldier in the Northern Border Army had at least Seventh Grade Bone Tempering cultivation, and the majority even boasted Sixth Grade Iron Body.
