Stretching across the horizon was a landscape of ruins.
The ground bore the scars of scorching and explosions, yet not a drop of blood.
Clusters of large earthen mounds lay scattered, temporary graves dug for the desiccated corpses buried beneath, presumably the work of their comrades collecting the dead afterwards.
The battle had been exceptionally brutal, and it had ended just as quickly.
Lu Ping'an stood there calmly, attempting to sense the once surging life force here... and, unsurprisingly, he sensed nothing.
"Tch, still no good, huh? Well then, time to change my approach..."
Lu Ping'an extended his right hand, palm up.
On that outstretched hand, it was as if a chalice of void was slowly taking shape.
"...I really didn't expect it to come to this."
As the one pulling the strings from behind the scenes, Lu Ping'an could only make fewer "arrangements," letting more people feel the threat from Zhao Yan and setting up probes.
