Last time.
Snow fell like cotton, the world was frozen over.
After a great battle, corpses floated for miles, mountains and rivers changed course, the entire world was painted in new colors.
Millions of lives lost outside the domain, bodies disappeared without a trace.
In a moment.
Chen Yang seemed to dream of the past, the sounds of clashing swords and horses, corpses strewn across the land, skies stained with blood.
Decades of warfare, never as gruesome as this?
Chen Yang held his wine cup in both hands, squinting slightly, gazing at the falling snow outside the window.
Yet the atmosphere at the scene was extremely oppressive, suffocating.
Beside him, Chen Shuai and Yang Hu focused on Gu Tianling, ready to strike at any moment.
That's the truth.
If they had to fight, they wouldn't be afraid, they never feared anyone.
"I've heard, that battle was tragic, both sides lost over ten million Martial Guards."
