The autumn wind arose, the sky dimmed, and the withered yellow grasses of the vast plains gently swayed, creating a scene of turmoil and sorrow.
Pulling focus closer, the expanse of the battlefield on the plains was still blurred with gunpowder smoke. Corpses were strewn everywhere, some pierced with broken arrows or spears, others stacked into small mounds, their blood dyeing the earth red like a vast, blood-soaked mud pit. Crows were drawn to the scene, partaking in a ghastly feast.
The Thorny Iron Ring, which the Holy War Army so detested, still fluttered on the Heavenly Pegasus Plain.
Over the past five days, the River Valley Army had clashed with the Holy War Army five times on the Heavenly Pegasus Plain—each day marked by a brutal, meat-grinding battle.
The true enemies were the Shield Guard Forbidden Army, the Blood-colored Judgment, the Black Demon Hunters, the Silver White Temple, and the Conquest Knights, while the believers of All Gods were treated as expendables.
