The fire clouds were like a man-eating beast, drowning all the Cold Race troops in the high heavens.
The surging sea of fire, its destructive power was even more astonishing.
The sound of battle robes ripping even linked into an unbroken sheet!
One burned and charred body after another turned into meteor fire rain, falling in flocks.
Just a few seconds ago, the Cold Race troops' battle cries were piercing the sky; they charged with blood-red eyes toward the rolling dark clouds, toward the Thunder Beast.
A few seconds later, the Cold Race troops were intercepted by the youth beneath the beast, swallowed layer upon layer by fire mist.
Stars and warhorses were turning to ash.
The brutal Cold Race had fallen to scorched corpses.
It was hard to imagine that this whole catastrophe had actually been triggered by human hands.
Just as hard to imagine that this sky-covering fire-mist sea was swung out by that youth with a single axe.
