Eastern Region, Ancestor Dragon City.
Once towering and majestic, Ancestor Dragon City had been a renowned defensive line in the Eastern Region, guarding its borders for tens of thousands of years. Now, only shattered walls remained, with war-ravaged wreckage everywhere.
Ancestral Dragon remains covered the ground. Enormous dragon bodies lay sprawled across it, their flesh torn apart and their bones scattered. Among them lay the remains of many other great clans of the Eastern Region. Dragon blood and phoenix bones piled up like mountains, turning the city into a desolate graveyard.
The earth rumbled and shook. Whistling sounds swept through the void above those motionless, lifeless remains. Higher up, a vast sea of black shadows blotted out the sky, countless beating wings stirring a bloody wind. Savage and cold, they swept past Ancestor Dragon City, weathered by ten thousand years, and surged toward the vast Eastern Region beyond.
In the distance, heaven and earth collapsed, and all manner of phenomena unfolded. Immortal waterfalls and refining flames formed by immortal arts stretched like long rivers of silk, whipping up storms in the void.
Earthshaking cries of battle rang out from that distant horizon.
"Hold! Hold to the death!"
"Even if you must burn your souls and your vital blood, you must hold!"
"Not one step back! Not even one!"
The Ancestral Dragon Clan's roar thundered across this final defensive line. It was the furious cry of a Quasi-Emperor, resounding throughout the battlefield.
But soon, a Quasi-Emperor among the Ancient Demons spoke as well, cold and domineering. "Kill! Slaughter everything before you!"
"Once we cross this defensive line, this entire Eastern Region will be ours!"
"They'll all become our food. Food! Then you can drink your fill of fresh blood and feast for a thousand years!"
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