C132 The Three Basic Magic Circles for the First Place

Meng Yang stood amidst the chaos, a lump in his throat, at a loss for words.

The brutality of the war seemed to paint the very sky a suffocating, sinister red.

All around was bloodshed, hatred, and the tumultuous blend of life and death.

At the moment Meng Yang felt his sanity slipping, a massive halo, reminiscent of a rainbow, burst forth in a corner of the sky. With its emergence