The first rays of dawn just pierced the ink-colored sky, casting a faint light over a land soon to be stained with blood. The horn of the decisive battle sounded with a piercing wail, resembling a death warrant from the abyss. Zhang Yue led his heroic army, forged from faith and courage, stepping firmly onto the battlefield where they met the Shadow Cult of Dark Lord Erse on a desolate, bleak plain. This land, once fertile and serene, was now destined to become a slaughterhouse of life and death.
Across the field, a fierce wind howled and swept past, tearing at the banners of both sides and making a roaring snap. Zhang Yue wore a meticulously crafted suit of silver armor that gleamed with a cold light under the rising sun. He tightly gripped the radiant longsword in his hand, its blade seeming to flow with the power of justice. His firm and sharp gaze stared straight ahead, as if piercing through layers of darkness to see the dawn of victory. Behind him, Ziyan wore a gorgeous purple mage robe, the breeze stirring her hem. Her beautiful face was now filled with determination and resolve, and the gem embedded at the top of her staff emitted a mysterious, powerful glow like the brightest star in the night sky. Lifeng, Huowu, Shorty, and other warriors all looked dashing and stood in strict battle readiness. Their eyes burned with the raging flames of battle—a persistence in justice and a yearning for peace.
Opposite them, Dark Lord Erse sat atop a tall, ferocious Nightmare Bea…
Chapter 92