Corpses Strewn About, Utterly Tragic!

"Kill—!"

No one knew who had bellowed first, but the cry was hoarse and deafening.

In an instant, thousands upon thousands of soldiers roared as one, metal clashing against metal, their fighting spirit soaring to the heavens!

The elite at the front charged forward with a thunderous crash, like raging waves battering the shore, slamming straight into the enemy formation without a moment's hesitation!

They all knew that once they went, there would be no road back.

Yet their steps were iron, their wills steel—

Charge!

The warriors in the rear had bloodshot eyes, watching helplessly as their comrades rushed without hesitation toward certain death, unable to reach out and hold them back.

Because in the next moment, they too would step into that same battlefield of slaughter, becoming the road of blood and the monuments beneath those who came after.

Yet there was not a trace of trembling in their hearts, not a shred of regret.

The day they joined the elite, they had already signed this pact of life and death.

Today was merely the day the contract came due.

On the battlefield, the stench of blood was so thick it could not be dispersed, while the killing intent condensed into something almost tangible, crushing the breath from people's lungs.

Corpses lay strewn everywhere—the scene was unimaginably brutal!

Bai Qi stood atop a high platform behind the formation, silently looking down.

As he watched familiar figures fall one after another, it felt as though a dull blade were repeatedly sawing through his heart.

He knew better than anyone:

to hold this defensive line, countless elite lives were destined to be fed into it.

If it truly came to the final moment, he would personally wield his halberd and be the first to march to his death—

So long