There is a green planet in the south of the Milky Way, called Stardust, and there is a mysterious land inside, called Demon Continent.
The earth is shaking, the fields are cracking, the mountains are crumbling, the forests are withering, and the rivers are drying up. Large spirals of smoke were putrid and suffocating. Just like gas, Sies, mustard gas, Bitz, Lewis, □□, □□ various irritating, erosive, systemic toxic, incapacitating, asphyxiating, nerve gases, and there are like thousands and billions of them. The billions of trillions of radiations stretching for miles, oppressing, locking, and imprisoning sight, and ruthlessly penetrating into the deep layers of the skin, just like the Black Death eroding the heart, liver, spleen, stomach, lungs, and kidneys, turning people into shriveled zombies.
The cruelty and intensity of this war are actually beyond the scope of what I can describe clearly in words. In short, in every inch of land, walls, and streets, corpses are piled up like mountains, and the layers are stacked and twisted to form a three-kilometer bloody bunker.
Looking from the top of the city wall, those demonic insects that looked like viscera with beating blood splattered were densely packed. It was as if the hot and raging waves could overturn and swallow up the White City like a lonely raft at any time.
Between the flashing black clouds and the turbid and cracked earth, winged demonic shadows, black goblins, barbarians, demon spirits, Death Valley dragons, and Kewani giant beasts were crowded and gathered. They roared intermittently with terrifying death sounds like the death knell of hell.
The sky was full of arrows, fireballs, lava, meteors, meteorites, and demonic claws, mixed with the bloody rain and wind, and they burst out like a torrent and attacked the Baicheng where ghosts were crying and wolves were howling. The end of the world is coming.