Several days later, the flames of war swept across the land once more, with countless Witch Clan armies descending like a blanket from the sky, braving gunfire and bullet rain as they charged towards the Human Clan's defensive lines.
The Witch Clan warriors in the vanguard, carrying small round shields to protect their heads and chests, charged at full speed. The fortresses ahead flickered with gunfire, and Witch Clan members continuously fell abruptly. Artillery shells screamed through the air, and upon impact, swathes of Witch Clan soldiers died.
At this moment, the thoughts of every single Witch Clan warrior were filled with nothing but bloodthirst and frenzy, having long since cast aside fear. A Witch Clan warrior finally reached the front of the Human Clan battlements. He leaped high, abandoning his shield, then with both hands raised his war blade above his head, bringing it down with all his might towards the fortifications!
