The towering Tianzhu Mountain was like a huge black city wall, stretching to both sides without an end. It was infinitely high, and no matter how much one stretched their neck, they could only see the White clouds.
On one side of the mountain, on the barren land, the wind and clouds rolled, and elemental particles of all colors of fire, water, wood, and wood fluttered in the sky like ribbons. It was bizarre and grotesque.
Within the ribbons and above the clouds, one figure after another stood. Some had their hands behind their backs, while others had their weapons in their hands. Behind them, elves stood and flew. There was a brilliant light within them, but the surrounding space was still buzzing and vibrating.
The White cloud and the blood - Red Cloud stared at each other from more than ten kilometers away.
The figure moved.
It was like a battle between gods and devils, with the heavenly weapon and the demonic weapon standing above the clouds.