The cold wind was piercing, the sky dark, and the nights in the Anzeta Great Wilderness were always frigid and bleak—but today was different.
The trajectory of artillery fire tore through the pitch-black sky, weaving a bright, dazzling net in the air, illuminating the earth as if it were daylight and revealing the ferocious faces of demons in the darkness.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
The artillery fire did not stop for even a moment, and its frequency did not decrease either.
This was the current military strength of the Ashen Empire.
The war had been ongoing for an entire day, but the reserve ammunition of the Empire's Wall had not run out, and more was continuously being transported from the north.
Amidst the surging Magic Tide, terrifying faces flickered by.
These tall demons, with Bat Wings, had only teeth and claws that could barely be recognized as corporeal, while the rest merged into the darkness, becoming one with the shadows.
