The strong wind whipped up blizzards and hit the walls of Zhenyaoguan.
The bronze dragon bell, which has not been rung for a hundred years, hangs at the highest point of the city.
The violent air currents tore at the corners of the bell tower.
The centuries-old patina on the surface of the clock is peeling off.
Thousands of cracks spread quickly like spider webs.
"When——"
The first bell broke through the wind and snow.
The sound waves turned into actual air waves, flipping over several battle flags on the city's head.
The broken bell body could not withstand this terrifying force.
Turned into powder all over the sky.
Bronze debris mixed with snow beads, hitting the military formation below like a heavy rain.
Outside the city gate, the black army of demons engulfed the distant skyline.
