The day of the final battle had finally arrived. The sky was overcast, with heavy, dark clouds hanging low as if they might crush the world beneath them. A gale howled, kicking up dust in clouds that weighed heavily upon the soul.
Lin Feng stood atop the city wall, his posture as straight as a pine, his gaze fixed firmly on the army of the Dark Forces encroaching from the distance. He wore black armor that fluttered slightly in the wind, his hand gripping the longsword that had accompanied him through countless battles; its blade shimmered with a cold, piercing light.
Liu Yan stood by his side, her fitted battle attire outlining her graceful figure without compromising her heroic bearing. Her beautiful face was taut, the short sword in her hand glinting with a frigid radiance, her eyes filled with resolve.
Chapter 51