The battlefield at the edge of the world that would decide the future of the Primordial World.
The flames of war raged fiercely. At some unknown moment, a sliver of dawn appeared on the distant horizon, perhaps foretelling something. No matter how long the darkness lasted, light would always come...
The old army's soldiers and generals had been waiting, waiting for the final victor of this battle of fate to be decided.
Suddenly, a fierce general struck a War Drum made from the hide of a ferocious beast.
More War Drums began to sound. Their rumbling booms scattered the rain and mist, and somewhere beyond sight, the drums reached the heavens.
Gradually, the weathered soldiers of the old army struck their heavy shields with swords and blades in perfect unison. The clashing of weapons and the thunder of drums bolstered the morale of those warriors defending the Primordial World. The old army's will broke through the suppressing baleful intent of high-ranking immortals and gods, soaring into the sky. Though the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals held humble ranks, they dared not forget the worries of the world.
A soldier roared, his face flushed as he shouted with all his strength. More and more voices joined in, growing ever louder!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
As if it foretold something, the Immortal Lords and Xiao grew increasingly uneasy.
Within the murderous extreme weather, the two figures wielding lightning detonated thunderclouds with every clash. Dragon's Roars rang out as chaotic pressure swept through everything.
Their control of lightning had reached a terrifying extreme.
The gods of the old army's Lightning Department stared in horror at the flashes and thunder across the surrounding skies. They felt that the lightning once so familiar to them no longer obeyed their control. The authority over lightning energy had been