The ink-like darkness gradually faded, and the morning star dimmed. The horizon was tinged with light blue, then turned orange-yellow. A beam of golden light pierced through the clouds, and the sun rose slowly like a red pearl, dyeing the clouds into a splendid brocade.
The transition between night and day, the switch between sleep and awakening, where tranquility was replaced by slaughter.
As the edge of the sun began to rise slowly, the Nether Prison Sect launched an attack on Wuxiang City.
Tens of thousands of bowstrings formed silver arcs in the morning mist, as the great army of the Nether Prison Sect pressed forward like dark clouds. Arrows began to rain down from the city walls like a swarm of locusts, while dense sparks flared up on black shields before exploding.
