Liangzhou, western frontier.
War raged, scorching the earth for miles on end.
The once-standing Black Stone Great Wall here was now destroyed, its bricks stained with blood, ruins and rubble everywhere.
On the ground, bodies were scattered all around, those of Demons and Human Race warriors mixed together, some bisected at the waist, arms severed, yet still clenching onto the flesh of Demons with their teeth.
Some Demons were riddled with holes, but on their sharp teeth hung pieces of corpses, as if they had been in a biting frenzy until their last breath.
Both sides had fought fiercely and desperately, their ferocity and resilience vividly displayed on this battlefield that concerned the fate of millions.
Broken weapons, shattered armor, and severed limbs were everywhere, yet this battlefield had fallen silent.
