The God of Purity's imagined Tianyuan City region was almost indistinguishable from the Tai Xuan Alliance's frontline battle zones.
Red clouds battered the city, waves surged endlessly.
The roaring artillery fire, the warriors' shouts, and the monsters' shrieks formed a symphony echoing between heaven and earth for a long time.
Waves of warriors charged to the front lines, replacing comrades who returned drenched in weariness or weighed down by severe injuries.
The entirety of the battle zone resembled a tightly wound clockwork mechanism, operating at peak efficiency under the immense pressure of monstrous disasters.
The Tai Xuan Alliance's battle zones adjoining the Red Mist Land were just like this.
Meanwhile, some human battle zones from other nations, unable to withstand the disasters, snapped like taut strings failing under stress.
