Volume 3: Global Vanguard & The Advanced Pinnacle
The cheering atop the North City Wall of the Ancient Capital had barely subsided for half an hour. The stench of toxic sludge and the ashes of the three Corpse God Giants still lingered in the biting cold winds. Exhausted soldiers leaned against the bases of magical artillery platforms, seizing every precious second to wipe the black blood from their armor. On their emaciated faces, the relief of surviving a near-death ordeal had just begun to surface when a heart-rending siren abruptly wailed from the central command tower.
“Arooo... Woo... Woo... Woo...!”
The deep, frantic, death-knell-like sound echoed nine times in rapid succession. Every defensive magical light spanning dozens of kilometers along the city wall instantly flashed a brilliant, blood-red hue.
The highest-level Crimson Alert!
“What is going on? The undead tide was just repelled by Major General Lin Feng!”
“Look over there... Look toward the Northwest!”
Across all the observation towers, tens of thousands of mages simultaneously raised their heads. The guards anxiously pointed toward the distant horizon.
The flat loess ground five kilometers away suddenly heaved violently, as if an ancient behemoth were stirring beneath layers of magma miles deep. Distant mounds and hills collapsed in a chain reaction, billows of dust surging up to obscure the night sky. Yet what froze everyone’s blood was not the collapsing earth and rocks, but a colossal shadow swallowing the entire space.