Billions of creations roared simultaneously.
The sound defies any linguistic description.
It's the friction of metal, the collision of flesh, the shriek of energy, the space itself wailing as elements clash.
They coalesce into a soundwave capable of shattering souls, sweeping from the battlefield's center outward, even causing the Seventh Level Wizards observing from above to instinctively reinforce their spiritual defenses.
The war of the cannon fodder has begun.
From high above, this once silent gray-white wasteland is now covered by two distinctly colored "tides."
One tide is the alliance army of the Chaos Secret Sect and Tower of Annihilation.
Deep red flesh giant beasts move like mountains, with pus and arcs flowing on their surface, each step shattering the earth.
The gray-white skeleton army advances silently, cold soul flames flickering in their eye sockets, and their bone weapons inscribed with annihilation runes.
