Liang Prefecture, Western Border.
The flames of war raged, leaving a thousand miles of scorched earth.
The Black Stone Great Wall that had once stood here was now destroyed, its bricks stained with blood, its broken walls scattered everywhere.
Corpses littered the ground, demons mingled with soldiers of the human race. Some bodies had been severed at the waist, their arms broken off, yet their teeth still clamped fiercely onto demon flesh.
Some demons were riddled with holes, yet several corpses still hung from the sharp teeth in their mouths, as though they had kept biting until their dying breath.
Both sides had fought with everything they had. Their ferocity and valor had been laid bare on this battlefield that determined the fate of hundreds of millions of lives.
Broken weapons, shattered battle armor, and severed limbs lay everywhere, but the battlefield had already fallen silent.
The humans had retreated, and the demons had pursued them. Only occasionally did solitary wilderness demons, trailing behind the great demon tide to scavenge, creep onto this battlefield where the flames of war had died down, searching for fresh corpses to eat.
An ape demon clambered onto the ruined battlements, where a battle flag drooped like a tattered rag. It picked up the broken flagpole and shook it hard twice.
The flag fluttered in the wind, the character for "Mystic" twisting as it flew, only to slump lifelessly again a moment later.
The little ape demon let out two strange, squeaking laughs. Finding this amusing, it shook the pole hard a few more times.
The fluttering battle flag swept past...
A vast battle of pursuit began!
The battlefield lay five thousand miles beyond the Western Border.
Across the vast plains, a mighty demon tide surged and thundered like black earth churning up along the