บท 845: The Fiend Approaches

The fiend was enormous, its sheer presence a looming shadow that threatened to swallow the battlefield whole. As it approached, its silhouette grew darker, blotting out what little light remained in the war-torn skies. When it finally rose to its full height, it would blot out the sun itself, casting a darkness so profound it would smother hope. The cultivators, once roaring with defiance and bravery, now stood in silent awe and creeping defeat, their eyes locked onto the monstrosity that eclipsed their very will to fight.