"The Latan Festival has begun!"
Jie Lian roared one last time, slamming his sword blade into the ground, and a giant Teleportation Array illuminated the plaza, instantly enveloping everyone within it.
The next moment, the once-crowded plaza was empty again, with even Jie Lian on the city wall nowhere to be seen.
At this very moment.
On the endless desert wasteland, the figures of the festival participants slowly appeared.
"Is this the place where the great battle occurred in the images?"
Everyone looked around, only to see an endless wasteland filled with corpses and weapons.
Under the blood-red sky covering the stars, tattered banners fluttered on the sand dunes.
The wasteland was shrouded in a persistent blood-red hue; it should have been a starry night, but it looked more like twilight, enhancing the battlefield atmosphere.
"Wow, I feel like I'm in a war," Maru jumped out of the crowd, exclaiming in the biggest awe of her life.
