"Boom~! Boom~! Boom~!" The War Drum thundered without cease alongside the howling wind. Accompanied by the drums, the massive military formation pressed forward step by step.
The more urgent the drumbeats became, the faster they moved. Everyone exhaled together, then inhaled together; hundreds of thousands of soldiers moved as one.
Their enemies were the Fa Sect Believers stretching densely into the distance, with no end in sight. They dragged enormous Buddha Statues and held aloft towering soul banners as they surged toward them with the frenzy of wild beasts.
When the two sides collided, the center of the battlefield became a flesh-and-blood millstone, endlessly swallowing everything and spitting out fragments and scraps. More importantly, those scraps were alive.
When war no longer killed people, death was no longer there to bring an end. Everything inevitably began hurtling toward extremes.
"Aaaahhh!!" Fa Sect Believers with Stone Statues thrust diagonally through their heads charged toward ranks of White Lotus Believers, fanatically shouting those blessings.
Their bodies had clearly been broken long ago, yet through stitching and the purple talismans pasted across their foreheads, they had risen again in the company of pain.
Their hands were gone, replaced by rusty blades tied directly to their bones. They had completely become beasts and livestock.
The Great Shaman had said that all this suffering had been caused by the enemy. As long as they killed them, Grandpa Shidu would show great mercy and let everyone rest in peace.
These things were not particularly powerful, but there were enough of them, and unless they were chopped into eight pieces, they would rise again.
The two sides clashed amid this world of darkness and chaos. Their battle lasted days and nights. Only when the last shred of strength had drained from everyone's bodies did the great war