Countless experts engaged in battle scrambled to avoid the dual-colored light, and among them were some whose backs emitted a peculiar, broken realm aura.
At this moment, the battlefield, even if one could not discern the exact number of soldiers, just by a cursory glance one could see that both sides together had at least three million men. The red city walls had already been soaked with blood, and under the sunlight, they had begun to blacken. For miles around, a thick stench of blood filled the air, causing hearts to palpitate immensely.
The sounds of intense fighting that reached the heavens were also distinctly audible within the tents located dozens of miles outside the city. Sikong Yue sat calmly behind a beaded curtain, looking in the direction of Xi Yun Dao City, as if neither the tent in front of her nor the dozens of miles could block her vision.
