At the Demon-Hunting Camp, the fierce wind filled the sky, and battle banners were stained with blood.
Amidst the sandstorms that blotted out the sun, the brutal slaughter continued unabated. Mighty figures chanted incantations, waving their arms to whip up gales that swept across the ground.
The howling winds churned the desert sand, uprooting the large command tents of the Demon-Hunting Camp and sweeping ordinary soldiers into the air before crashing them down to their deaths.
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