Lu Ping'an had expected a bitter battle the next day... but it never came.
To be precise, even by the afternoon of the next day, the high-level combat power of the enemy hadn't made a move.
Only the frontline continued the fight, giving Lu Ping'an time to examine the situation there.
"Uh, quite grim."
He had no particular thoughts; he just saw too many deaths.
Both sides' war machines, middle-high tier powers, could kill scores in a single attack, burying those hiding in trenches and tunnels alike.
Meow took one look and retreated back to the courtyard.
Her overly sensitive senses, the wailing of countless souls, were too much for her to bear.
At the same time, too many resentful spirits were generated, making too many sounds of the undead wail and scream in her ears.
They spoke to the "Spiritualized Saintess" of their misfortune and sorrow, their final lingering regrets echoing throughout the world as if countless ghastly faces were screaming simultaneously.
