The fog covering the firmament was torn open in an instant, revealing the blood-red sky outside.
At this moment, time and space violently trembled, and an endless terrifying pressure emanated from above the shadow of the palace not far away.
Invisible force followed the void horse swallow, and the crystalline World Tree's roots flared up with fine cracks at this moment.
He Ao looked up at the sky; he knew clearly that these noises were not direct manifestations of battle but some kind of aftermath that's spreading outward.
The real battlefield is likely not in this fog, nor under this bloody firmament.
This is a war of true angels.
Thud, thud, thud—
At this time, rapid and urgent footsteps sounded from the direction of the palace in the dense fog not far away.
He Ao continued to take deep breaths, turned his head, and looked towards the source of the sound.
Several hurried figures outlined themselves in the dense fog.
