Another round of the deadly Blood Moon Lord War had begun.
On the boundless plain of the battlefield, ominous clouds gathered under a lifeless sky as battle banners fluttered in the bloody wind.
Fang Zhou stood on a high platform of piled bones, overlooking the Tombyard Undead Army arrayed neatly below. The Soul Fire in his eyes reflected the rolling black mist of the undead that choked the horizon. His gaze was stern and resolute, and the Poisonous Skeleton Long Spear in his hand gleamed with a ghostly blue light under the dim sky.
Beside him, Tidamia was using a sand table to simulate the battle, his fingers tracing complex lines of defense. In response, tens of thousands of Corpse Warriors adjusted their battle formations, the clatter of their Bone Shields striking a deathly rhythm.
