The early morning sun shone brightly on the horizon, cascading over the waking capital. A gentle breeze whistled on the quiet street, dew scattered everywhere.
People were waking up from their sleep for a new day, only to wake up to the flame of war.
The capital was covered in battle. Every corner of the city was raging with battle. What was previously the luxurious gate of the Dong clan estate had been destroyed, covered in dry blood.
But that was not all.
Inside, the cries of battle echoed everywhere, various miserable screams echoed in the air.
The Dong Patriarch held his long spear, confronting three Peak Core Refining warriors stage-9. His body was covered in bruises and cuts.
Opposite him, the elders from the Gao clan were not faring any better. Still, their eyes were blazing with killing intent.
"If you think you're going to destroy my clan with this, your puny strength, you're wrong," the Dong Patriarch muttered and launched another powerful attack.
