The dying sun spilled over ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers, blending into a single hue with the firelight and blood.
Tens of thousands of demon people, bringing puppets and sky-swallowing ghost mist, turned the wilderness into a prison of evil spirits. Their ghostly wails and howls surged like toppling mountains and overturning seas, like an imperial death warrant sent to reap the mortal world:
"Roar!!"
"Aah-"
A divine figure with a head of crimson hair streaming through the air stood before the tide of blades. The golden armor covering her body and her nine-foot golden spear shone in the sunset, becoming the only light in that purgatory of blood and fire.
After glancing back at her allies retreating in panic, the Golden-Armored Divine Being charged alone toward the world-ending calamity, her red hair trailing behind her. The spear in her hand raised a shriek that tore the heavens apart. Wherever she passed, broken blades fluttered like butterflies, severed limbs like leaves!
Countless demon people and evil spirits were torn to pieces amid the clangor of colliding broken blades. Their mangled limbs fell into the river of blood with muffled thuds like drumbeats.
Yet that golden-armored figure stood like an untoppling deity. Ghost Envoys from every quarter and Demon Generals from north and south all became wandering ghosts beneath her spear. The golden light tore a rift through the purgatory of blood and fire, raising the first light of dawn within it.
But human strength would eventually run dry, while demons and monsters were endless!
The Golden-Armored Divine Being forgot how long she had fought within that tide. Alone and without aid, she could see no thread of hope, only her strength draining bit by bit, her breathing growing heavier, her sweeping spear beginning to tremble. Yet the