In a secluded courtyard stood a three-story azure bamboo tower.
Four Core Formation Cultivators had gathered together, drinking tea and chatting. Wang Qingshan and Wu Yun'er were among them.
When the war first began, Wang Qingshan had served as captain of a small team, leading six Core Formation Cultivators. Later, as the war expanded, they were scattered. Wang Qingshan had been ordered to harass the Demon Race's rear lines, but after being wounded, he was transferred back to recuperate. Wu Yun'er and the other six had remained on the frontline fighting. They had slain Half-Demons, but two of their companions had died at the Demon Race's hands, while one had been seriously wounded.
"I never expected the war to be this fierce. Senior Brother Wu and Senior Brother Zhao have fallen as well."
Wang Qingshan spoke mournfully. He had trained alongside them for more than half a year and had some friendship with them. Learning of their deaths left him upset.
"They were both killed by Cheng Xiaotian. Junior Brother Wang, if you get the chance, you must avenge Senior Brother Wu and the others."
Wu Yun'er said with reddened eyes. The Senior Brother Wu she spoke of had been attacked by Cheng Xiaotian while shielding her, and had died a miserable death at Cheng Xiaotian's hands.
Because of this, Wu Yun'er hated Cheng Xiaotian to the bone. She had always wanted to avenge her fellow disciples, but Cheng Xiaotian was surrounded by several Core Formation Stage companions, leaving her no way to make a move.
Wang Qingshan sighed. "If I get the opportunity, I'll find a chance to eliminate him and avenge Senior Brother Wu and the others. But the war is so fierce that even Nascent Soul Cultivators have fallen. I wonder how many people will die before