Demonic Revelation

When the setting sun slanted on the top of the Chimu Peak, the blood dyed the giant dragon, griffin, and goshawk crossing the sky red... The roar of the giant dragon and the sharp eagle call could not suppress the loud noise of the collision of various streams of light in the sky. It was the collision of true energy and magic. Colorful light flashed across, and there were warriors with swords, practitioners walking in the air, and warlocks wearing magic robes falling from the sky, and then hitting the hard ground heavily, falling to pieces, like broken rag dolls. Under the battlefield of blood and fire in the sky, a young man raised the black sword in his hand, turned his back to everyone, and roared to the sky.