The end of the war (1)
In the sky, the ten war towers were like stars hanging above their heads, as if they would fall to the ground in the next second.
A huge shadow fell on the ground, blocking the sunlight that shone on the ground, as if the light would never come.
The fear that pressed down on their hearts made the terobo tribe soldier shiver. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair.
They had seen too many deaths and were already numb. Since they had nowhere to run, they might as well leave it to fate.
Other than the war tower, there were also countless huge warships floating in the sky, shuttling back and forth like a school of fish in the ocean.
These weapons of war that once belonged to the teroboros were now turned around and held against their own necks.
What accompanied these war weapons was thick smoke that seemed to have a faint blood color and an undispersed smell of blood.
The close-range air battle had already ended, but the real ground battle had just begun.