Chapter 163: Blood filled the sky and death rained down.

"Hoohoho..."

The deafening roar of beasts echoed across the vast land, sad and desperate.

It was like the whisper of an ancient god, penetrating the veil of night and stirring up ripples.

That voice was filled with endless sorrow and resentment.

Every vibration seems to be accusing unknown suffering, making the listener's heart tremble involuntarily.

There was an inexplicable sadness in the air, as if even the wind was carrying ancient tears.

Gently blowing across every leaf and every rock in the forest, they seem to be silently telling the sorrow of the past.

The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive; even the moonlight seemed to become dim, losing its former brightness.

It can only barely illuminate the vague outlines around, adding a veil of mystery to the area.

The surrounding vegetation seemed to resonate with the wailing.

The branches and leaves trembled slightly, making a crackling sound.

It is as if countless lives in nature are sighing together and mourning for the passing of those lives.

The ground seemed to be shaking slightly, as if Mother Earth was feeling the sorrow.

Responding in its own unique way makes the whole scene even more desolate and tragic.

The continuous roar is not only an instinctive call of a creature, but more like some kind of ritual.

This ancient land is closely connected with all the living beings on it, and together they experience a baptism deep in their souls.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, everyone's eyes were focused here, and the projection also showed the central scene of the conflict that was about to break out.

The next moment, time seemed to be suddenly accelerated, and the overwhelming army of liquid Terminator robots seemed to have heard a silent command.

Countless pairs of eyes flashed with cold red light, revealing a mechanical will that could not be disobeyed.

With a low and powerful humming sound, the high-energy particle laser gun in the robot's hand slowly raised.

Rows of sophisticated and deadly technological weapons are greedily absorbing the surrounding energy, preparing to release the long-accumulated destructive power.

Between breaths, dazzling rays of light suddenly appeared in the air.

Countless lasers were like sharp swords cutting through the darkness, piercing the silent night sky with a sharp sound.

Countless trajectories interweave in the air into an intricate web of death.

It rushed towards the target with accuracy and every inch of land along the way trembled under this force, as if even the space was torn apart.

In an instant, the bright light faded away and deathly silence enveloped the battlefield.

The original scene disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only devastation and desolation.

Lying on the ground in all directions, the once vibrant lives are now just silent shells.

On the heads of countless ferocious beasts, there was still an expression of astonishment and unwillingness before death.

The earth was stained with a heavy hue, which was the scorch marks left by the lasers and the silent elegy after the death of life.

The air was filled with a pungent smell mixed with metallic and burnt smells.

This is the unique and suffocating smell of war.

Atop the ruins littered with corpses, only the robot stood quietly, flashing red light.

The cold moonlight is reflected on the shell. There is no joy of victory, nor sadness of failure, but only calmness and indifference after executing the instructions.

Everything around became a victim of the ruthless judgment, silently telling the cruel truth of this contest.

On the desolate and dark land, broken limbs and corpses intertwined to form a tragic scene. In the distance, the silent wail of nature could be heard.

Under the dim sky, mottled light and shadows barely penetrated the thick clouds, shining on the battlefield, casting a layer of gloom over this tragic scene.

The ground was littered with corpses of strange beasts, some curled up and some twisted.

Their once ferocious or bizarre forms have now turned into silent existences.

The huge, scattered wings, the claws as sharp as blades, and the colorful yet dull scales all tell of tragedy.

The strong smell of rust and scorched earth is mixed with a subtle fishy sweetness.

The unique smell that comes from the end of life makes people feel a little shudder involuntarily.

Around the corpses of the strange beasts, the land was dyed dark brown by blood, like a series of dried abstract paintings, recording every moment of the disappearance of life.

Not far away, the huge heads of strange beasts lay next to huge rocks.

The empty eye sockets seemed to still contain the rage and unwillingness from the battle, and the frozen expression became an eternal mark.

All around it, there are fragmented bones, some half-buried in the soil, while others are exposed, destroyed by erosion, and look extremely desolate.

This land of the dead is not only a testimony to past glory and power, but also an elegy to the ruthless laws of the struggle for survival.

Every piece of limb and every corpse is a silent accusation of the cruel nature of this world.

While being shocked, one cannot help but sigh at the fragility of life and the impermanence of the world.

In just a moment, millions, even tens of millions of lives disappeared.

However, on this land soaked in smoke and blood, there were such thrilling and huge casualties.

But it seemed just the prelude to a grand tragedy between heaven and earth, gently touching the strings of fate, foreshadowing that a more violent storm was about to sweep in.

The two rounds of horrific attacks were like the fall of two stars, unleashing a force powerful enough to shake the mountains and rivers.

But compared with the boundless beast tide, whose number is difficult to measure with mortal words and spans trillions, it seems so insignificant.

This terrifying contrast is like a drop of water in the ocean. Even if it is brilliant for a moment, it will quickly disappear in the endless waves and disappear without a trace.

In a flash, with the earth-shaking roar of the Beast King and the dull and majestic hum of the Beast Emperor.

It was as if the ancient bloodline was awakened at this moment, and unspeakable power began to spread among the beast tide.

There were strange beasts of various shapes, whether they were giant dragons covered in scales, birds with wingspans that covered the clouds, or even ferocious beasts galloping on the ground.

There was a gleam of fanaticism and recklessness in their eyes, as if they were driven by some primitive instinct, and all reason was gone at this moment.

After one breath.

These countless beasts charged forward without caring about their lives, and the sound of their bodies colliding was deafening.

It's like the drum of doomsday, stirring in the hearts of every living being.

Driven by an irresistible force, the beast tide surged forward like a dam bursting, with a momentum that could swallow everything.

At this moment, even the wind is mixed with the call of the wild and the indomitable will.

As they were trampled, the earth trembled, as if even nature itself was expressing its awe.

Human realm, each city.

Faced with this cruel battlefield scene that was like a giant meat grinder, countless people were shocked and trembled uncontrollably.

Compared with this scene, what I saw a few days ago was just child's play.

(End of this chapter)