Western Territory War, the world is watching.
Under the long night, the cities like candle flames are covered by a heavy curtain, oppressive and stifling, even the air seems to have solidified.
The once bustling streets are now relatively quiet, many shops have closed early, people are hurried, faces filled with anxiety and heaviness,
The blood battle on Shenshang Plain concerns the fate of the clans; if defeated, all the prosperity will turn to ruins, and the vast cities will be left in wreckage... crows feasting on the corpses.
Even in remote towns and villages, people carry a look of melancholy, some elders at home mutter to themselves, as if praying, blankly gazing afar, passively awaiting unknown fate.
The Demon Monster Civilization advances eastward with great momentum, once they breach the Western Territory border, they will drive straight through, leaving no paradise in the world, only rubble.
