Lu PingAn's anticipated grueling battle on the second day never came.
More precisely, by the afternoon of the second day, the enemy's high-level combatants had yet to deploy.
Only the front lines continued their exchange of fire, giving Lu PingAn time to observe the situation there.
"Uh, it's pretty horrible."
He had no particular thoughts about it. There were simply too many dead.
With both sides' War Machines and mid-to-high-tier forces, a single attack could kill an entire swath of soldiers. Even hiding in trenches or tunnels offered no safety; they could still be directly blanketed by attacks.
Cat Cat took one look and retreated back into the Courtyard.
Her overly keen senses could not bear the wails of countless souls.
With so many resentful spirits emerging at once, the voices of countless undead howled and screamed beside her ears.
They told the Spirit Fusion Holy Maiden of their misfortune and sorrow. Their final lingering thoughts echoed throughout the world, like innumerable ghostly faces shrieking at once.
"Meow! What the hell is this?!"
This was obviously far too unfriendly for a Spirit Fusion constitution.
Yet after a dozen minutes or so, Cat Cat ran back out.
"I have to get used to it eventually, meow. Tsk, this fighting is brutal, meow."
It was not as though Cat Cat had never experienced war, but for both her and Lu PingAn, this was indeed their first time witnessing such a savage war—one that seemed to have "no outcome."
Everyone could see that neither side's slaughter would yield any result, yet no one dared retreat. Whether it was the Naga overseers' barbed venom whips or the spearmen's supervision squads, they struck quickly and viciously.
This was a war involving all living beings, not merely the lower ranks. The higher ranks were restraining each