Life and death, grappling with fate.
Blood-red flowers blossomed across the fields and hills.
In the ever-changing battlefield, life and death hung by a thread.
Screams, battle cries, the thunderous sound of war drums.
The scent of blood, the aura of slaughter, the bravest and most cowardly alike had bloodshot eyes.
Jiang Wang swooped back to the battlefield and this scene greeted his eyes.
Even though he was a cultivator of the Ascending Dragon Realm, capable of walking on air with ease, he dared not recklessly enter the battlefield.
In a battle of hundreds of thousands, a few transcendent beings could hardly make a difference.
A single charge could extinguish countless lives.
On such a massive battlefield, there was no safe place; a moment's inattention could pull one into the fray. Jiang Wang could only retreat further and further, staying well away.
"This is the Qi Army indeed," Jiang Yan remarked somewhat sentimentally from within Tongtian Palace.
