The earth now trembled continuously, convulsed by successive explosions and the incessant pounding of combat. The sky itself seemed to scream, torn by salvos of pure magic and waves of incandescent mana. The battlefield had become a true storm of destruction, where each second could seal the fate of an empire.
The Chinese defense lines were beginning to crumble, exhausted soldiers, covered in dust and blood, gradually losing ground to the inexorable push of the draconic legions. Their formations were broken, their officers panicked.
- "General Wei, the northern line has just collapsed!" cried a young officer, his voice trembling with urgency.
Wei Shun, his face hard and impenetrable despite the sweat streaming down his forehead, quickly barked his orders:
- "Activate the reserves immediately! Deploy the S-rank hunters, this is our last card to play."
