Northern Domain. High in the sky.
Ripples of Space, spreading like waves in water, were particularly eye-catching against the pitch-black night sky.
They were almost fantastical.
So fantastical, in fact, that Luo Zhan found himself in a daze.
The walls of Beitian Pass were second in strength only to the first line of defense. But at this moment, the soldiers of the Northern Domain had already lost their will to fight.
Behind the walls, the Northern Domain warriors, who had been leaning against the fortifications with hearts like dead ashes while waiting to die, also seemed to notice something.
Numbly, subconsciously, they raised their heads one by one and looked to the sky.
And then, the light slowly began to return to nearly everyone's eyes.
It wasn't just them.
Outside the walls, the Alien Race army, which had finished assembling and was launching its final charge like a black tsunami, also stopped in its tracks in unison at that very moment.
