To Qu Jianlei and the others, the war about to break out in the Small World was laughably weak.
The entire world had, at most, twenty or thirty Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators and a population of around one hundred thousand.
Any Nascent Soul Realm cultivator from their team could crush the entire world single-handedly.
Yet they truly could not interfere and could only watch coldly from the sidelines.
It was not because they felt superior. Mainly, it was one thing for descendants of Cultivators to fight and kill each other, but if they intervened, they would be crossing the line.
Normally, mobilizing for war required a certain amount of time.
But this was a world with Cultivators. Gathering combat forces was extremely convenient, and transporting war supplies was not difficult either.
On the third day after Qu Jianlei and the others noticed the signs, small-scale fighting broke out between the villages.
As for how brutal it was... it could only be described as exceptionally brutal.
The battles were highly organized, with enemy lures, encirclements, divisions, and annihilations. Their tactics were remarkably varied.
Worth mentioning was that those luring in the enemy were mainly women, elderly people, and children, disguised as able-bodied young men.
They had actually sent the old, weak, women, and children into battle. That alone showed that both sides were fighting to the death.
And that was indeed the case. Most of those on both sides fought on despite their wounds, stopping only after drawing their last breath.
The course of the battle was also extraordinarily savage, and their shouted cries revealed one thing—both sides were sworn enemies!
Qu Jianlei found himself rather speechless. How could such a tiny place accumulate such towering hatred? Thinking of the vast, boundless Empire beyond the Maiden Star Region, he could not