At the Kyoto Stronghold, smoke still hung over the battered walls. The air carried a faint smell of blood and the acrid stench of scorched energy weapons.
When the Abyss and the Undead World had forced their way into Blue Star, the collision had been violent. The pressure of the gods had made everyone feel as though the end had come.
Then swarms of Undead and Abyssal Demons had launched a surprise attack, putting Kyoto's defenses under immense strain.
They had driven the enemy back, but their losses had been heavy.
And according to the intelligence they had gathered, Yan Country was one of the few safe havens left.
Elsewhere, especially where gods had descended in person, the ground was strewn with bones.
Crimson Feather stood atop the wall, gazing toward the gray horizon with a deep frown.
Several battle-hardened men stood behind him, their expressions equally grave.
They had survived countless brushes with death, but faced with enemies on the level of gods, they still felt a helplessness that reached into their souls.
"Boss Crimson Feather, any news from Guild Leader Night Roaming God? Can the Magic City Stronghold... really hold out?"
A burly man gripping a huge axe could not help asking. Anxiety crept into his voice.
Crimson Feather said nothing. Of course he was worried.
Night Roaming God was Blue Star's last hope. But even he had his limits, and the power of gods was beyond imagining.
Just then, a signalman came running over, his face alight with excitement. "Captain Red Feather, urgent message from Magic City! Guild Leader Night Roaming God has new orders!"
Crimson Feather spun around, his crimson eyes lighting up.
In the Command Room, Qin Chuan's steady, powerful voice came through the encrypted channel, along with a new tactical plan and a promise