War Sky Island: Cassia Desert

On the nineteenth day of July, the battlefield in Gaia World, where chaos and slaughter rivaled a blood war, finally came to a halt. Everything had to make way for the Witch Turmoil.

Cassia Desert was a peculiar desert Sky Island with many river basins. Beneath its surface sands lay a vast network of river channels, inhabited by dragons, Cat Lamps, and countless Sand Leopards. Rich in ore and easy to fortify, this Sky Island had been transformed by the witches of the Investigator faction into a mobile Sky Island base.

Clusters of enormous cacti that drew moisture from the air grew amid the spreading sands, and the witches had built their camp beneath them.

Tap.

Wrapped in her Golden Country Cloak, Jiang Han kept one hand pressed against the anti-spell barrier scroll inside it. She turned her head, her delicate face full of admiration for the breathtaking sight.

It was a stretch of sand flooded with water, where numerous servant army bases had been built. Lightning bolts and chunks of stone periodically fell from the sky, while groups of ghostly angels shrieked and swooped down on the camps with weapons raised. Meanwhile, glowing djinn drew their scimitars and met those ghostly angels in close combat.

In the brief time Jiang Han had spent turning around, at least one or two hundred servant soldiers had died in the sky.

And that was only within the patch of space she could see!

The intensity of witch warfare was renowned throughout the multiverse—even demons and devils had to admit these witches knew their trade.

She was now heading into the core area of Cassia Desert. This Sky Island was a relatively rare crater-shaped island, high on the inside and low around the edges. Amid the uppermost desert and oasis, a luxurious camp