At the edge of a desert, smoke rose violently, with energy fluctuations sweeping across like a hurricane, causing all the demon beasts residing around to scatter in fear, trembling in corners.
The dense magic cannon fire that resounded through the heavens blasted from all directions of the giant city, illuminating the entire night sky as if it were day.
Under repeated bombings, the already dim absolute defense barrier wall of the giant city began showing obvious cracks, just a step away from shattering.
This is precisely our Desolate Fortress, and around the fortress, the sand-colored battle flags of the Desert Alliance stretched for miles, encircling the fortress imperviously.
"Clan Leader, the mages within the fortress' magic towers fueling the absolute defense barrier can no longer hold on!"
