The Army of Destruction!

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

A cold wind blew at the sacred mountain, sweeping the bluish-green petals into the air. The slightly icy floral breeze briefly fondled the faces of the people.

The petals drifting in the wind were incredibly fragile. They soon broke into pieces, scattering in the air as a great storm started pouring down mercilessly.

Ye Xinxia lifted her gaze. Her mood was like the dark and gloomy sky. She once thought the Parthenon Temple had an inviolable, sacred brilliance surrounding it. She once had high hopes when she first arrived at the place, hoping that she could do something with her humble efforts...