Chapter 509: Ipwang War (9)
The sky was overcast.
It did not feel like the dead of winter. Instead, the scene resembled a scorching summer day, with the air itself heating up, shimmering in waves.
Tuduk.
Charred fragments of stone crumbled ominously from the already-collapsed fortress walls.
What remained of the fortress sprawled across the ground like a half-built sandcastle abandoned by Pangu, the primordial giant of ancient myth.
It emitted a dry, cracking sound, as if it had been exposed to the sun’s relentless blaze for far too long.
This was the western boundary of the Ipwang Fortress Annihilation War.
Nearly two thousand warriors stood divided into two groups, silently watching each other, revolving their internal energy through their meridians with controlled breaths.
The sheer number of the wandering mercenary forces was overwhelming. No one could even begin to estimate how many trade caravans the Lord of Yeoryeong had secretly mobilized behind the scenes.
Among the Thirteen Heavens' ranks, over thirty members of the Iron Clan stood—a fearsome presence. They were the very ones who had shattered Ipwang Fortress’s grand formation.
Thus, multiple battles had already erupted.
The ground between the two forces was stained with slick, dark crimson patches of blood. The soil had yet to fully absorb the sheer amount of blood that had been spilled.