Wherever the gaze settled, the battle units from all three forces had vanished.
A proud smile curled the lips of Skyfire Dharma King, his expression could hardly hide his pride.
...
Three days later.
Gone was the confidence in the eyes of Skyfire Dharma King.
After three days and three nights of fierce battling.
He had lost count of how many times the local three forces had swept in.
After three days of combat, nearly a fifth of his people had perished in war, yet the war showed no signs of stopping.
It was as if the reinforcements of the three forces were endless.
Every time they were repelled, they could quickly regroup and throw new battle units into the fray.
Gazing at the high hanging waning moon, a trace of confusion flickered across the eyes of Skyfire Dharma King, but was swiftly replaced by determination.
"The peak forces of this world are indeed strong... but I will not lose, this is just the beginning."
At that moment, the ground trembled.
