So black ... Where am I ... Who am I?
He thought in a daze, unable to remember who he was or where he was.
Wuwuwu ...
Thump thump thump ...
Xu Qi 'an heard the sound of a horn and the beating of a drum. Gradually, he heard other sounds, such as the earth-shattering battle cries, the heavy and chaotic sound of horse hooves, the sound of explosions, and the sharp sound of blades colliding.
All kinds of sounds interweaved together, forming a clear picture in Xu Qi 'an's mind.
It was a battlefield!
Just as he was thinking this, the darkness in front of him split open, and light penetrated in. In his vision, there was indeed a battlefield.
The Black Mass of the Army charged forward like densely packed ants. The high-ranked martial artists wreaked havoc on the battlefield, just like humans trampling on an ant's nest.
