No one has ever seen such a soul-stirring scene on the battlefield.
At first glance, it was a massive Divine Crane with its wings spread wide, radiating over an area of about 30 miles, lifelike and exquisite, as if it had emerged from the ancient river of history, sacred and noble, yet wrapped in earth-shattering killing intent.
But upon closer inspection, one would realize it wasn't a Divine Crane at all, but rather shadows propelled by forces, merging and connecting to form a phantom; the Divine Crane was merely the manifestation of that power.
As the Divine Crane appeared, specks of blood exploded like blooming flowers, with each blood flower signaling the end of a life of an Insect Race or Blood Race cultivator.
The Divine Crane spread its wings and let out a piercing cry, as the frenzied release of power caused more blood flowers to continue blooming.
