The azure sky was covered by black, heavy clouds. Above the clouds stood ranks of Demon Clan warriors clad in armor, their faces solemn and their gazes frantic.
The intense demonic qi emanating from their bodies, mixing with the starlight sprinkled across the sky from the Ninth Heaven, formed a terrifying pressure that poured down toward the earth below.
The scene at this moment gave a strong sense of impending doom, like dark clouds weighing down upon a city wanting to crush it, with armor gleaming in the sun like scales of gold.
On the earth below,
there stood ranks of Witch Clan warriors whose physiques were as towering as mountain ranges, their bodies suffused with turbid earthly baleful qi.
Their expressions were grave, yet their gazes were extremely resolute; clearly, they did not hold much hope for this battle.
After all, the disparity was simply too obvious. The Witch Clan had the Twelve Heavens Godly Devilish Great Array, while the Demon Clan had the Three Hundred Sixty-Five Zhou Tian Star Formation.
The Witch Clan possessed two sages, Houtu and Dijiang, while the Demon Clan had four: Dijun, Fuxi, Taiyi, and Nüwa.
Anyone who knew basic math understood that this was a war destined to be lost.
Yet...
All the members of the Witch Clan at this moment understood very well that they had no path of retreat!
This was a war of races; there was no justice or evil, only stances.
When fighting, the mindset of both sides was: My latter half of life can be spent in guilt and repentance, but my descendants must absolutely never live in fear again.
For a time,
there was a tense feeling as though the mountain rain was about to come and sweep through the tower.
After all, both sides had come