In the east of the Star Great Plane, across the boundless land, the Human Race's defensive line wound like a majestic dragon across the entire continent. Its sturdy walls were built from enormous stone blocks and radiated an ancient, solemn air beneath the moonlight. Torches blazed atop the walls, their dancing flames illuminating everything around them, as though proclaiming humanity's defiance to the enemies lurking in the darkness.
The night was deep as thick ink. Stars dotted the sky like countless eyes silently watching this land that would soon be baptized in the flames of war. A gentle breeze brought a trace of coolness, yet could not soothe the tension and unease in people's hearts. In the distance, undulating mountain ranges loomed faintly in the darkness, like a gathering of silent guardians watching over humanity's last homeland.
This was humanity's final barrier, their front line against the Shadow Race. Countless lives gathered here, and boundless courage burned here. Every brick and stone, every trench, bore humanity's hope and resolve. Yet tonight, this defensive line faced an unprecedented crisis.
The Shadow Ancestor stood half a step from the Star God Stage, his power beyond ordinary imagination. He hovered silently in the night sky, his black robes snapping in the wind. Madness gleamed in his eyes-an absolute craving for power, an endless pursuit of destruction. His face lay hidden in darkness, its contours indistinct, but his immense aura sent chills down people's spines. He darted through the night sky like a bolt of black lightning, too fast for the eye to follow. Every movement stirred a fierce rush of air, as though drawing everything around him into endless darkness.
Behind him, the Shadow Race's army surged forward like a tide. It was a black ocean filled with death and despair. The Shadow