As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but ruins.
The ground bore scorch marks and traces of explosions, yet not a single drop of blood remained.
Mounds of earth stood one after another. They were hastily dug graves, with the victims' dried corpses buried beneath them. Their companions must have come afterward to collect the bodies.
That exceptionally brutal battle had ended remarkably quickly.
Lu PingAn stood there calmly, attempting to sense the surging life force that had once filled this place. Unsurprisingly, he sensed nothing.
"Damn, so it really won't work? Then let's try another approach."
Lu PingAn extended his right hand, holding it flat before him.
Above that outstretched hand, a cup of void seemed to be slowly taking shape.
". . . I really didn't expect things to go this far."
As the one pulling strings behind the scenes, Lu PingAn could only make a few "arrangements," causing more and more people to sense Zhao Yan's threat and arranging for them to test him.
Yet he had not expected that this sort of "Karma" would still fulfill the ability requirements of the Soldier Path's Black Holy Grail Holder.
Black Holy Grail (Upper Brass occupational ability): The hatred and blood of those who die on the battlefield because of you will flow into this black holy grail.
Lu PingAn closed his eyes. He seemed to hear the souls of the dead wailing across the battlefield.
"I should have come sooner."
He vaguely sensed that if he had arrived earlier, he might have been able to obtain more "life" from these dried corpses.
". . . I will avenge you." Lu PingAn made that vow of vengeance, intending to turn it into a reserve of power for revenge.
But just as he was about to absorb