If one were to look down from the top of the Spirit Summoning Tower, the situation on the battlefield would be much clearer.
The vast expanse of land was almost entirely covered in crimson.
However, as the thunderous wind roared—The complete conical legion tore through the crimson, leaving remnants of the thunderstorm on the ground.
The crimson long spears no longer unleashed blood storms, but were instead charred like destroyed electrical appliances, flickering with electric sparks. The shallow rivers of blood on the ground were frozen into black ice amid the crackling sounds of shattering.
