City of Gold, Outer City, Zone One of the City Gates.
Countless Shadow Soul Dragons circled overhead, accompanied by an innumerable number of Dark Soul Tribe members. They drifted through the sky like bloodthirsty dark spirits. Not only that, but many Bloodized Bloodthirsty Tribe members also circled above in energy form. Looking up, the sky resembled the realm of the Yellow Springs, terrifying to behold.
By comparison, the ground before the high wall was the true hellscape. Countless Trolls, Boarmen, Dark Soul Tribe members, and Bloodthirsty Tribe members lay in pieces as far as the eye could see, stretching all the way to City Gate One. Farther ahead, within the high corridor of the city gate, lay the corpses of Troll chiefs.
At the end of the city gate corridor stood the inner gate. It had never been closed before. After all kinds of instruments scanned people at the outer gate, there was usually no problem by the time they reached here. Today, however, this alloy gate, built at great expense and several meters thick, was firmly shut.
Inside the city behind the gate, the various Troll, Boarman, Dark Soul Tribe, and Bloodthirsty Tribe chiefs stared at the inner gate dozens of meters ahead. At the front, the Boarman leader, Semz, was being supported by two guards. More than ten meters tall, with proud tusks and a mane stretching down his back, he was weak and dispirited—not only because his fighting spirit had been crushed, but also because of the slash across his chest. That strike had nearly killed him.
Before this, Boarman leader Semz had always believed that he was no small figure, whether on the Continent of Lords or across the myriad realms of the Void. Yet today, with a single slash, he experienced the suffocating feeling of