The foul wind carried rusted iron pieces, whistling across the battlefield.
This was a battlefield with a defensive line stretching for dozens of kilometers. As far as the eye could see, it was a scene of brutal war.
There were waves of magic power fluctuations all around, one after another, circle after circle, rising and falling, continuous and unending.
Some powerful large-scale magic left traces of magic power in the deep sky, lingering for a long time without dissipating.
The once clear blue sky and white clouds were tainted by the malicious chaos magic power of the Ratmen, and these magic traces ripped and scattered them wantonly.
Even as night fell, the battlefield did not plunge into darkness. The remnants of magic power traces in the sky illuminated the entire battlefield in a bizarre and terrifying manner, like a surreal and horrifying painting.
