บท 1398: The Tide of Counterattack, the Collapse of Blessed Lands (Part 1)

The chilling roar of violent winds howled from all directions, surging through the chaotic mist that reached up to the heavens. The massive figures of the calamity spirits shook the skies with thunderous sounds, their gigantic hands descending from the sky to crush all in their path.

Within the chaos, countless immortals of the Western Continent were forced to retreat under this relentless assault. Some fell on the spot, their lives snuffed out like candles in a storm.

Yet there were those who, in the face of death, fearlessly charged toward the calamity spirits, determined to exchange their lives for one last blow. Even if they were to perish, they would bring down at least one enemy with them.

High in the sky, the sight of celestial deaths was staggering. Amidst the swirling black calamity energy, radiant flashes of light illuminated the grim faces of many immortals, full of sorrow and rage.