The deep and vast night sky descended upon the battlefield.
The battlefield was extremely quiet. One could only hear a light and gentle breeze blowing through the night air, resembling an inaudible, millennium-old whisper.
The elementalists were staring at the enormous wind curtain that gave off a lustre with shock. Its base was five kilometers wide and its body was wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, resembling a glowing hill. The deep and tranquil night sky was like a pair of esoteric, black eyes that stared at the wind curtain silently.
The glow of the wind curtain wasn't dazzling; it merely gave off a faint lustre that looked like a visible flowing breeze.
The wind curtain did not contain any terrorizing elemental energy undulations. It was completely merged with the Nature, perfectly harmonious. It looked like a hill that had been there all along. Other than being huge in size, it looked exceptionally unremarkable.
