The view shifted in an instant from Laugh Tale's stillness and grandeur to the destruction and clamor atop the Red Line.
While Lin Yan and the others were still preparing for their final jump inside Crystal Mountain, deep within Pangaea Castle on the Red Line, the site of the Ancient Weapon's remains-Uranus-had long since become a hell of flesh and energy.
The once magnificent, solemn halls and corridors, symbols of the Celestial Dragons' supreme authority, now lay mostly in ruins. The enormous wreck of Uranus, composed of unknown alloys and crystals, resembled a silver dragon with its spine severed. Most of its body was embedded in the Red Line's mountainside, while the exposed sections were covered in hideous cracks and blackened scorch marks. The wreck's core-a spherical control hub that pulsed like a gigantic heart, constantly spewing chaotic streams of silvery-white energy-was the center of this storm.
Monkey D. Dragon, leader of the Revolutionary Army, stood on a relatively intact metal platform beneath the spherical control hub. His dark green coat was in tatters, his exposed skin covered in fine bloody cuts and blackened energy burns. His face was pale from overexertion, but his deep eyes still burned with an unyielding fire as he stared fixedly at the raging energy core above.
Around the platform, a battle of attack and defense raged with extreme brutality.
Revolutionary Army soldiers fought a savage battle for every inch of ground against members of the Holy Knights in white suits and golden masks, along with the remaining elite CP0 agents. Roars, clashing weapons, the thunder of unleashed abilities, and the dull sounds of flesh being torn mingled with the piercing shrieks of energy streams from Uranus's wreckage, forming the main refrain of this apocalyptic battlefield.
Blood stained the ancient metal floor red, and severed