Chapitre 738: The battlefield I

A loud ringing echoed in Kyle's ears as his figure materialized in the center of a camp filled with countless armored warriors from different races shouting and bustling about, alongside Zhask and the rest of the group.

Kyle's gaze swept across the frenetic surroundings to take in everything.

The space was chaotic, filled with tents, supplies, and medical stations treating the gravely wounded individuals brought back by those with high agility. When Zhask and his group arrived, no one seemed surprised; instead, they ignored them and continued with their urgent tasks.

Suddenly, a few more deafening noises echoed from a distance, followed by a chorus of distant, agonized cries that attracted the group's attention.

Kyle lifted his gaze and beheld a thick blanket of blood and darkness shrouding the sky in the distance, with smoke clouds billowing up to form dark, eerie patterns. He even noticed a few tiny figures in the sky.