Rebuilding Terra

Ever since the nine golden crows fell from the sky under the incomparable killing of the witch clan, the entire demon clan seemed to be thrown into a fire of anger and revenge, and instantly burned fiercely. The demon clan, from the majestic leader to the ordinary warriors, were all enveloped by a flame of anger and revenge that seemed to burn everything. The resentment and hatred in their hearts were like the magma rolling and surging underground, constantly impacting their hearts, and every surge made their anger more intense.

The wise men of the demon clan, those who possessed extraordinary wisdom and far-reaching strategies in the demon clan, fell into deep contemplation in this atmosphere full of anger and grief. After countless days and nights of careful consideration, their wise eyes revealed a firm determination. They all agreed that they must speed up the refining of the mysterious and powerful witch-killing sword. In their eyes that have experienced vicissitudes of life, only this witch-killing sword, a magical weapon that seems to condense the mysterious power of heaven and earth, can allow the demon clan to regain the dignity they once lost, and give them enough power to avenge the blood feud with the witch clan and wash away the shame engraved in the hearts of the demon clan.

Therefore, driven by the flame of revenge and firm belief, the demons made an almost crazy decision. Their blood-hot eyes slowly moved away from the distant witch land and finally aimed at the relatively weak human race in the ancestral land. In the prejudiced and arrogant eyes of the demons, the human race seemed to be a group of ants that could be manipulated at will. They believed that the human race was weak compared to other races, and attacking the ancestral land might easily gain more resources and power, and these resources and power would undoubtedly greatly speed up the refining progress of the witch-killing sword, allowing them to realize their revenge plan as soon as possible.

On a day that seemed to be dominated by darkness and dullness, the sky was covered with dark clouds, as if sighing for the impending disaster. The demon army was like a surging, unstoppable tide, marching towards the ancestral land of the human race. The face of each demon warrior was like a twisted evil ghost, hideous and terrifying. Their eyes flashed with a fierce light like a hungry wolf, and that light was full of desire for killing and conquering. They exuded a powerful and suffocating demon aura, which was like a dark storm, carrying the breath of destruction, as if it was about to sweep over and completely engulf the ancestral land of the human race in darkness.

Before this, the ancestral land of the human race had always been a peaceful and tranquil paradise. People worked hard on this fertile land, watering the seeds of hope with their sweat, and multiplied from generation to generation. They lived a simple and happy life, and every morning sunshine and every night starlight witnessed their laughter and warmth. However, when the news of the approaching army of the terrifying demon race came like a gust of wind, the entire ancestral land seemed to be thrown into endless panic and chaos in an instant.

People looked at the evil spirit coming from afar like a rolling black cloud in horror, their hearts filled with fear and anxiety. The fear was like a cold poisonous snake, tightly entwining their hearts and making their bodies tremble involuntarily. But at this critical moment, the tenacity and courage buried deep in the bones of the human race began to awaken. Some brave warriors, like bright lights in the darkness, stepped forward. They tightly grasped the simple but hopeful weapons in their hands, and their eyes flashed with a firm light like a flame. In that light, there was the protection of their homeland, the love for their loved ones, and the unyielding spirit against the invaders.

The battle was like a volcano about to erupt, ready to break out at any moment. The demon army was like a ferocious beast that had lost its mind, rushing madly towards the ancestral land of the human race. They used all kinds of powerful and astonishing magic, the flames were like roaring dragons, the winds were like sharp blades, and the lightning was like the hammer of an angry god, interweaving together to form a terrifying force that seemed to be able to destroy the world, as if to completely wipe out the ancestral land of the human race from this world and turn it into a scorched earth.

Although the human warriors seemed so weak compared to the demons, like a weak candlelight in the wind, they resolutely fought a desperate battle with the demons with their iron-like will and unyielding spirit. They used their seemingly fragile flesh and blood to build an indestructible line of defense. Every fallen warrior became a source of strength to encourage his companions to continue fighting, and every drop of blood became a firm oath to protect their homeland.

Just when the human race was in a critical moment of life and death, and it seemed that the whole world was about to collapse, the princess in the mysterious and high heaven learned the news that the demons attacked the ancestral land and massacred the human race. The princess had a heart as clear as crystal, kind and just. When she heard this cruel news, she was filled with endless pity and anger. She could not sit idly by and watch the human race suffer such a huge disaster, and could not watch innocent lives disappear under the iron hoof of the demons.

The princess immediately and without hesitation ordered the various armies of the heaven to quickly assemble. Her voice was firm and powerful, like the sound of a war drum, echoing in every corner of the heaven. The armies of the heaven, those well-trained and amazingly powerful warriors, quickly took action. They were dressed in armor shining with a sacred light, which seemed to be a symbol of justice and brought endless hope to people. They held magical weapons in their hands, and each weapon seemed to contain a mysterious power that was enough to scare evil. They were like heavenly soldiers and generals descending to the earth, carrying a sacred mission and firm belief.

When the celestial army streaked across the sky like a meteor, descending on the ancestral land with its gorgeous and shocking light, the human race seemed to see the dawn of hope in the darkness. That dawn, like the warm sunshine, instantly dispelled the fear and despair in their hearts. The celestial warriors quickly joined the battle, and like brave knights, they launched a fierce battle with the demons. Their power collided with the evil power of the demons, making waves of earth-shaking sounds, as if it was a century-long battle between justice and evil.