Aboard the Ghostly Flood Dragon.
Su Ye stood tall at the prow, his black robes fluttering in the wind.
From his high vantage point, he gazed down upon the land. His surging Divine Sense transmitted countless clear images into his mind.
A flicker of emotion crossed Su Ye's eyes, his expression tinged with a sigh.
"A world in flames..."
From his perspective, the scars left by the Hell's Song cannonade were so distinct, so ghastly!
The terrifying, scorched-black chasm seared into the earth was like a wound branded upon the world's very flesh!
Scorching and cruel!
WHOOSH.
Boundless blood-red flames surged like a tide, creating a scene like a purgatorial sea of fire!
Within this sea of fire, the Tewa Kan army had been torn to pieces, its soldiers scattered and broken. Countless charred corpses and white bones littered the ground.
Of the tens of thousands of soldiers in the Tewa Kan army, no more than a tenth remained unscathed and able to move!
