Tianfeng City Ling Family.
The blood had already gathered into a Blood River.
The glaring sunlight shone on the crimson river, casting a dizzying brilliance.
Five hundred warriors who had sworn to defend the Ling Family to the death, now only a bit more than a hundred remained.
Of course, the enemies had paid an even heavier price.
The battle continued, with no one knowing how long this tragic fight would last.
Perhaps it would end when the last person of the Ling Family died.
Without strength, in this world dominated by martial force, you simply couldn't ensure your survival from one morning to the next.
Human life is so fragile, so easily extinguished.
It's like the leaves fluttering in the wind, effortlessly torn apart with just one pull.
"Huff—!"
Ling Xiao let out a breath.
He couldn't find his grandfather Hong Qi or Ling Luo anywhere.
Perhaps they were dead?
Or maybe they were hiding?
He did not know.
