In the blink of an eye, time reached late October. Midsummer had passed; autumn had arrived, and the weather was turning cool. Yet the Devil Race's offensive along Great Xia's western frontier surged like a rising tide. Wuzhou, Zhuzhou, and Yinzhou sent up distress calls one after another, and news of Great Xia's cities falling arrived almost daily. Great Xia was shaken. Beacon fires stretched across ten thousand miles, and the flames of the Holy War began to burn in earnest across the Eastern Continent...
Wuzhou, Zhuzhou, and Yinzhou were no longer Wasteland Province, no longer lower provinces, but Great Xia's Central Provinces. Their populations were far beyond anything the lower provinces or Wasteland Province could compare with. When the Devil Race's offensive spread from those distant desolate lands into these three provinces, with every sign of expanding further, the situation on Great Xia's western frontier had nearly every citizen of Great Xia on edge.
Over the past few months, among all the news concerning the Devil Race, the words "Winged Devil" had been mentioned most often, because those invading the three provinces were all Winged Devils. At this time, all kinds of rumors filled the air. According to legend, the number of Winged Devils serving as the vanguard of the Devil Race army this time exceeded one hundred million, and all of them were level-nine Winged Devils. Among this vanguard of over a hundred million Winged Devils, the number of Winged Devil Knights alone exceeded
Within the three provinces, countless Great Xia citizens had become refugees and begun migrating toward the eastern provinces...
In a mountainous region of the Helan Mountains, after the frost, the maples throughout the mountains had turned red, like wildfires blanketing the hills and burning through a hundred li in every direction...
The morning