Armies were fighting on the river as well.
The river surged with waves, a hundred ships racing one another.
Steel warships sailed across the river. Using spiritual power as fuel and formations as their framework, their concentrated shells tore through the air and slammed into the enemy fleet's combined shield. Ripples spread across the semi-transparent formation barrier beneath the bombardment.
Explosions flared from time to time, accompanied by screams and wails. Countless lives were swallowed by the raging river in an instant. Great waves surged past, sweeping everything away without leaving a trace. Only the rolling whitecaps seemed to be quietly telling some story.
Behind every successful general lay ten thousand bleaching bones.
To fulfill one person's ambition, countless people would always die along the way, unremembered by anyone. What people remembered was only success and fame.
Laugh not if I lie drunk upon the battlefield; since ancient times, how many who went to war ever returned?
The human heart changed easily. Power, strength, beauty, wealth... they eroded it at every moment. How many could truly remember their original intentions to the end?
Bai remained beneath the water, watching coldly.
She clearly remembered the decision she had made when she was still a tiny white snake. Everything she did had always followed the rules she had set for herself, and she had never crossed her bottom line. This was also what Big Sister had taught her. If she acted however she pleased, how would she differ from ordinary demons?
How others behaved was their own business. It was enough for her to simply be herself.
Upstream, several furtive figures arrived at the riverbank. They took numerous containers from their Space Rings, and faint voices rose in conversation.
"Isn't this a little wrong? What about the creatures in the Wangjiang River