Several thousand Black Asia Orc Warriors let out furious roars to bolster their morale. Then, with berserkers at the forefront, they ignited their Battle Qi and charged at the advancing Human Army.
In an instant, the two armies collided and began a bloody battle.
In the darkness, blades and swords flashed and crossed, blood splattered, and lives vanished every moment.
Roars echoed across the wilderness, mixed with the thunder of magical explosions and the piercing clang of weapons striking each other.
On the western side of Polia Main Camp, several thousand wind eagle knights, led by several Soul Intent Low-Tier Black Asia Orcs, flew into the sky to meet the human Griffin Knights descending from the clouds.
In the skies, the aerial forces on both sides fought in pairs, while the corpses of wind-hunting eagles and griffins continually fell toward the earth.
On the other two sides of Polia Main Camp, the First Army and Third Army of the Twenty-seventh Legion launched attacks simultaneously. With an overwhelming advantage, they suppressed the Third Legion of the Black Asia Orc Northern Army and steadily pushed toward Polia Main Camp.
More than a hundred thousand troops from both sides gathered across several thousand square kilometers of land, fighting to the death for faith, for profit, and for their own beliefs.
Battle flags snapped in the wind, symbolizing their respective glory and convictions.
Every fallen battle flag meant the destruction of a unit and marked a shift in the battlefield situation.
As time passed, the darkness gradually faded, and the clamor of war slowly subsided.
On the distant horizon, the gray-white sky gradually turned pale gold. The first ray of dawn pierced the clouds and spilled across the battlefield.
On the northern hillside of Polia Main Camp, the battlefield beneath the morning sun was