Bright sunlight spilled down from the clear sky above.
A slightly cool spring breeze gently swayed the tender waists of the grass.
This was a vast plain, flat and open as far as the eye could see, a sea of green brimming with life.
Yet slowly, dark blood fell like raindrops, dripping one drop at a time onto the earth fragrant with grass.
Across this boundless plain, thousands upon thousands, countless angels and devils fought in savage slaughter, lives falling at every moment.
Their bodies scattered like rain, falling to the earth to become nourishment for spring in the coming year.
This was a mythical battlefield of gods and devils, the cries of slaughter shaking heaven and earth.
Devils shouldered bells, and angels beat drums.
Angel after angel and devil after devil battled ceaselessly in the sky and across the sprawling fields.
Black and white intertwined across the heavens and the earth, painting a tragic, heroic scene.
Jiang Yang casually cut off a Cherubim's head, then cleaved away another angel's wings.
His six ink-black wings beat against the vast sky, black radiance and swirling mist making him look like a sinister devil god.
He flung black Sword Qi from his sword, like a straight line stretching across heaven and earth, sweeping toward a beautiful Seraphim opposite him whose face was set like iron.
It was Gabriel.
The two had already clashed countless times, and Jiang Yang gradually gained the upper hand, beginning to suppress Gabriel.
After their latest fierce collision, Jiang Yang retreated slightly, standing amid this vast and brutal battlefield.
He surveyed his surroundings. This immense battlefield kept giving him a sense of déjà vu.
Angels flying back and forth, devils raging in fury-each scene felt like a painted scroll.
And directly ahead was Gabriel, charging straight toward him,