No one knows how all this happened.
The fog gradually dispersed, and the Beirong soldiers could no longer distinguish between friend and foe. Blood-red eyes gleaming like apes, they hacked and killed wildly.
The scene was chaotic and confused.
Helian Yongye's eyes were about to burst with anger. Although he wanted to kill Sikong Yinlong, he also knew this person was extremely difficult to deal with; neither could overpower the other.
What seemed like an easy solution had too many unexpected occurrences, leaving him no choice but to use his trump card.
Suddenly, a strange whistle sounded across the battlefield.
Sharp and piercing, it shocked the eardrums.
Deep in the sapphire sky, a large flock of black vultures soared high, seemingly responding to something.
They spread their shiny black feathers, flying with the wind, like rulers surveying the skies, their black eyes overlooking the ants on the ground.
