The giant city fell.
The whole giant city, scarred and disfigured, was full of ruins everywhere.
In this city, only a few thousand scattered demons roamed freely.
The snow-white bones littering the ground had no one to bury them.
It was not known who those soulful dreamers were.
A month later, a human clans' army rushed to the city again, recaptured it after a bloody battle.
A grisly scar on the face of the leading commander made him look particularly horrifying as he drank with his generals.
Five days later, the demon army attacked again.
The giant city fell once more.
A huge fire lasted for two months, and another human clans' army arrived.
Unfortunately, their fate was the same, total annihilation.
Later, another human clans' army came and perished here once more.
After that, Qi Yuan stood on the city wall. For over ten years, no human clans' army had arrived.
He looked at the city full of white bones.