The fourth year after the Seventh Great Wall fell.
Inside Beijing's Inner City District.
The masked beauties of the Thousand Sounds Domain and a number of powerfully built members of the Demon Race assembled at eight points throughout the Inner City District. Seen from a god's-eye view, they formed an octagon enclosing the circular Inner City District of the Demon Race.
Each masked woman held an instrument, seemingly waiting for the right moment to begin this unprecedented ancient "concert," which would receive the blessing of even the eternal Heavenly Dao.
Outside the walls, the Allied Army remained locked in a fierce struggle with the demons. Countless heroes emerged in this battle, and tales of tragic valor unfolded at every moment. There was no shortage of clever people among them, and they all knew this was a war in which death was certain. But they understood just as well that if they fled, their wives, children, descendants, and fellow kin would be the next to face these savage demons.
For everything they cherished, they marched without hesitation into a war from which they would never return.
In the face of death, everyone seemed equal. At the height of the battle, soldiers died, commandants lost their lives, and even the exalted generals bled out their last drops of blood.
Along the northern stretch of the wall, demons roared and the Ten Thousand Demons howled, their blood mingling in the glow of the raging flames of war.
Along the southern stretch, Humankind's soldiers used their own flesh and blood to hold back the demons' fangs and claws. Corroded steel lay embedded in the battered walls.
In the Outer City District, the teleportation formations flashed ceaselessly. Each flash brought another wave of young adults from the Myriad Races, armored and spear in hand, to