The White Demon

Only in moments of desperation does a person know how far someone can go to survive. Everyone who has been surviving this war knows perfectly well what that means, and each one was ready to start that battle that would surely determine whether their loved ones lived or died. Thorian didn't even need to give them a speech to boost their spirits; they were all determined to fight until their bones broke.

Everyone at this moment was expecting results from this battle. All glory, greed, and shame vanished in the face of such a conflict. Anyone who knew how to fight was positioned in strategic locations. At this moment, all their strength was focused in one place. The millions of heartbeats were aligned, hopeful to eliminate the invaders. Even if the result would be to die as soon as they reached the battlefield, everyone was ready to rush down that path without a doubt.

The most experienced elder warriors were at the front of the formations, while the younger ones were behind to provide more effective support to those in need. There were at least five thousand warriors from the Northern tribe gathered in strategic locations. "Here they come; attack and hold off as many as you can."

Countless frenzied men poured through the streets of the northern city, some conditioned like war machines, quite strange with the intention of burning everything. The closer the Fire Nation fleet was, the better for the attack from behind, and at this moment, the allies should be on the move. The invaders' attacks poured in like a continuous flood. Now, it didn't matter if it was day or night; none would retreat until they achieved their objectives. Every step one took would make flames and ice erupt wherever they were.

The battlefield instantly resembled a scene of total madness. Heads flew into the sky continuously, men were frozen, and others were burned to death. With every breath, one could smell blood, burnt flesh, or the scent of moisture. Hands that swung seconds ago, unleashing powerful attacks, could now be lying motionless on the ground.

Those screams of madness flooded the sky, and in an instant, a moment of bull-like madness had arrived. This insane battlefield that threatened to spiral out of control at any moment seemed like it would never end. Explosions could be heard from every part of the city, like distant cannon fire in the background of the battlefield. Some used risky abilities that ended their lives the next moment.

On this horrendous battlefield, many didn't even have the chance to showcase their abilities when suddenly a series of spears pierced them to death. No matter what kind of warrior one was or what kind of strategy they had, in a situation like this, they could only hold their ground in safe positions and repel the enemy's attack. If they retreated for any reason, they ran the risk of being killed, so many could only hold strategic positions to endure.

The battle was sudden, but the intensity of the battle far exceeded any of their imaginations. Even if tens of thousands of people pooled their imaginations, they couldn't represent any fraction of the intensity being experienced right now.

Above the ice mountains, Thorian had changed position to control the battlefield from a considerable height, and at that moment, when he looked at the cruisers closer to this island, he could notice that behind them, his army was approaching at full speed while launching attacks from their ice catapults.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Every catapult projectile that hit the cruisers caused a large part of their armor to freeze completely, spreading like living ice and freezing numerous people. When Thorian was ready, he began to be increasingly ruthless in his movements, not thinking for a moment to show mercy to these enemies.

The ice spears, swords, and daggers that were forcefully shot had pierced the bodies of hundreds of enemy soldiers and, in turn, had destroyed dozens of ground combat ships.

"For all of you, it will be an honor to die on this battlefield. Go and make history, you cursed bastards!" To die on a battlefield that would mark a legendary movement in history would give them more than they could achieve in their lives. Not a single body should remain intact. In just ten minutes of combat, at least four thousand warriors had died.

Abisal, who saw an enemy fleet approaching from behind, smiled chillingly and shouted, "Everyone, board the island. As long as we kill the avatar, our mission will be complete. I'll take care of eliminating the White Demon."

Boom! Boom! Boom! Without paying attention to the battlefield, General Abisal looked at the young prince next to him and said, "You better be prepared, or death can surprise you, dear prince."

"No need to say it."