The soldiers' memory of the great fight between the two old men was blurry, which they found weird. Why was it that they could remember everything before that, but not the details of when the two of them had exchanged blows?
They could only remember that when they were fighting, a strong wind had blown and the clouds had all gathered, turning the skies white. It was as if the apocalypse had befallen them.
They would never be able to forget the deathlike quietness on the battlefield at that time, and how small and helpless they felt. Before those two men, they were like mere insects with no power to resist. Life and death were out of their control, and everything was held within the hands of those two men.
They had not known the identity of those men, but they could guess that they were the strongest cultivators of Ding Lin Country and Nan Xia Country. They dominated not only the war, but also the life and death, and joy and sorrow of their countries.
