On the smoke-filled battlefield, wind and sand swept through the desolate, frigid silence.
The ground was scorched, and devastation filled the eye.
Severed limbs and shattered treasures lay everywhere.
The earth had caved in, and mountains and rivers had withered away.
A blood-soaked figure lay paralyzed on the ground.
When Li Fuyou found him, every trace of life in him had already drained away. Only a force of will sustained him, keeping him from drawing his final breath.
"Brother Fuyou, look... I... I did it."
The man spoke with great difficulty, his voice broken and intermittent, like a low, hoarse bellows being pulled.
After saying those words, the man breathed his last.
His unfocused eyes stared blankly at the dim, gray heavens.
A trace of tranquil peace rested upon his bloodstained face.
His name was Zhong Youqi.
He was a fellow cultivator and close friend from the same camp as Li Fuyou.
During those years of slaughter on the Endless Battlefield, the person he trusted most was Li Fuyou.
The person he admired most was also Li Fuyou.
But...
His strength was lacking, and he rarely had the chance to help Li Fuyou.
Yet, in the battle before his death, he had exhausted everything he had to hold back two great enemies for Li Fuyou!
At the moment he died on the battlefield, he felt neither regret nor resentment. Instead, as though a burden had finally been lifted from his heart, he passed away with a smile.
Yes, having been able to help Li Fuyou kill enemies, he had no regrets even in death!
At that time, Li Fuyou held Zhong Youqi's corpse and sat alone on that battlefield for a long, long time.
Zhong Youqi had once said that, after entering the Endless Battlefield, he had long since cast