"Both parties died together in the other two rounds. The two people who won were also riddled with severe injuries and not long after they returned, they bid the world farewell," Mo Kongyuan said solemnly.
"Unbelievable!" Ling Chuxi was stunned. Won by a narrow margin? It was hardly considered a win! Just hearing the final outcome was enough to imagine how intense and tragic those battles were.
"Do you see that? Those are the remnants of the final battle back then." Mo Kongyuan pointed at a few mountain tops in the distance.
Ling Chuxi looked over and squinted at what he was pointing at. The few originally tall and majestic peaks that reached the skies looked like they had been sliced in the middle by a great sword, leaving behind a flat, barren platform.
