Chapter 397: The Final Battle of the Land of Abundance (12)

At the hour of You, on the curved slope west of Sajin Dam, a crowd of people rolled out from the embankment like an endless flood. The last rays of the setting sun shone on countless helmets and weapons, shining like the ripples on the sea. The drums of war were beating, and the movement of tens of thousands of people was a rumbling sound. The shouting waves rose and fell repeatedly like waves in the river, hitting the vast mountains and rivers. The wild grass and fruit trees on the big slope were being swallowed up little by little by the sea of people.