In the outskirts of Firenze under the remnants of the western wind, phoenix tails swayed amidst the wild grass stretching endlessly.
The horizon had been completely covered by a dense army, the piercing sound of the bone flute shattered the firmament, floating afar over the desolate Primitive Ancient Origin; while the Red Earth Highland hidden within the thick darkness, seemed like a dead ancient giant beast, with not a single sound emanating.
"Look, this is the final struggle!" The Six-winged Heavenly King Atest "cracked" his knuckles as he jeered mercilessly at the Red Earth Highland shrouded by the "Iron Curtain of Abyssal Projection."
The Heavenly King's arrogance was well justified!
