"WOOOOO—"
"WOOOOOO—"
The desolate horn sounded once more throughout the sky above Luoxia City, like the Grim Reaper ringing a death knell.
Tens of thousands of Luoxia City disciples stood atop the tall city walls, their expressions grave as they gazed at the crimson plains before them.
RUMBLE RUMBLE
RUMBLE...
The earth suddenly began to tremble, and along with it, the hearts and legs of Luoxia City's disciples.
The Beast Tide. Some of them had experienced it many times, while for others, it was their first.
But having grown up in Luoxia City, they had long understood the terror of the Beast Tide, thanks to the constant teachings of their elders and what they had seen and heard for themselves.
According to the elders, this land before them was once black, planted full of golden Spirit Rice. When a gentle breeze blew, it resembled a golden ocean.
But at some point, the golden Spirit Rice vanished, replaced by a barren wasteland.
