The battlefield stretched nearly a hundred thousand miles, shrouded in a thick layer of haze.
Even at noon, with the sun blazing high above, the ground remained dark, impenetrable to the slightest ripple of sunlight, the air filled with an unsettling chill.
The ground underfoot was a dark brown, seemingly the residue of bloodstains.
On the Immortal Path and Martial Path, countless battlefields of various sizes spread across the Cangyun Realm, and this was but one of them.
Oftentimes, many nameless corpses could be seen half-buried in the earth.
Among them were members of the Human Race and the remains of unidentifiable demons, with fragments of chariots everywhere, and tattered banners hanging on broken blades and spears, fluttering in the wind.
Chu Zheng slowly walked across the battlefield, the wild grass under his feet thick, contemplating the desolate scene around him, he couldn't help but sigh.
