Above Candle Mountain's Sky Island, rows of cannon muzzles emerged. As the most crucial starting point, how could it lack defense? Flames flickered, and a series of explosive booms echoed like thunder, flashing intermittently in the darkness, heating, boiling, and evaporating both enemies and the cold wind.
Humans and Qilins supported the firepower stronghold, while dragons and phoenixes clad in armor soared together towards the front line.
In this world where the sun is extinguished and the moon forever hangs, the Demon Calamity never ends. At any time, in any place, all life is prepared for battle.
However.
Even so, the firepower of Candle Mountain could never be so fierce, fierce enough to almost ignite a sun in the darkness.
The messenger who had already charged ahead, leading the assault toward the Dragon Demon horde, couldn't help but turn their head.
