On the battlefield, flames soared into the sky. The whistling of bullets and the deafening cries of shouting and cursing filled the air.
The burning trees crackled like the maniacal laughter of demons, intertwining with the deafening battle cries to form a chilling symphony of death.
Liu Ruxue's people and the Demon Clan had locked in a chaotic melee, making it impossible to tell friend from foe with the naked eye. They could only rely on instinct, launching indiscriminate attacks on any living thing nearby.
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