The world moved by in a blur of shapes. The wind roared in his ears but Lind felt only cold rage. He had come across many battlegrounds across the northern coasts.
Some were planned encounters like with the Divine Sword Sect disciples as they were straight north of where he started, but going east he saw several villages and cities besieged by World Realm demons.
He did not truly understand war until that moment. Each battle was happening at the same time or within a few days of each other. It all depended when each side encountered the other.
Some of the villages had been evacuated and simply razed to the ground, but animals were left behind since they could not take everything. Other villages were not so lucky. His perfect vision showed it all to him until he pushed his speed beyond his ability to see.
