Chapter 283. Death (1)
The scene was of a battlefield. Countless soldiers and mercenaries were fighting each other, blood was spilt everywhere and the whole ground was filled with a distinct smell.
It was a familiar smell to Cao Xu.
'The smell of death...!'
Cao Xu thought as he gripped his sword in his hand. There was an old saying - The more you get accustomed to the smell of death, the closer you are to death!
It was a disgusting smell and soldiers and mercenaries would often be wary of it, but it gave a strange comforting feeling to Cao Xu.
Inhaling the strange smell, Cao Xu's grip on his sword - Blade of shadow became tighter.
"Do you have the same feeling?"
He muttered and lowered his head to look at his sword. The blade of shadow was a legendary sword filled with the aura of darkness.
