in the city of the cloud, the monks came out of their houses, and their ears echoed with the roar of the sky, the scream of pain, the roar of the immortal beast, all of which had a sense of disaster.

the war lasted for a whole day, the huge sun was blinded by the thick blood, and the heaven and earth were filled with the smell of blood.

countless friars are running around the city, most of them are shocked and inexplicable, or they find a place to escape, or they are far away in the little holy land. What a mess.

Xianbing square

standing on the roof, Wang...