A bleak wind blew through the sky.
It swept up withered leaves until they filled the air.
Watching the cultivators and city guards bidding their families farewell before marching to war,
Xiao Chen's heart filled with sorrow.
War.
It was the greatest calamity in the world!
Their departure today
might be a farewell forever.
Everyone carried something in their heart too precious to relinquish.
An aged mother and her only son, dependent on each other for survival.
The pillar of a household with young children.
A young husband married for only two months.
Death.
To them,
perhaps it was not frightening.
What frightened them was
that after they died,
the widowed and orphaned at home
would have no one to care for them
and struggle to survive.
Yet even so,
they still stepped forward.
Because behind them
stood their kin and blood relations,
the lights of countless homes.
If everyone feared battle,
Chi Lei would surely fall.
The living souls within the city
would all become food for the blood feast.
Thus,
they could not retreat.
"Young brother, thank you for bringing word. The battlefield is dangerous. You can leave first and entrust what comes next to us!"
Xin Liang walked over to Xiao Chen and gently cupped his hands. Gratitude and shame mingled in his eyes, and he was filled with self-reproach.
This battle
offered little hope of survival.
As the lord of Scarlet Thunder City,
he had long since put life and death out of his mind.
For Xiao Chen to risk his life to bring word,
he was already profoundly grateful.
What came next
was Scarlet Thunder City's battle.
"There are too many demons and devils. What we have seen so far should only be the vanguard. They alone cannot stop them. I'll go with them!" Xiao