Before Twin Peaks, war raged for thousands of miles. The Ning Clan army faced Heaven Mending Pavilion's million-strong forces. Though they had less than half the enemy's numbers, they forcibly withstood the onslaught of a million troops.
Atop Twin Peaks, five figures stood quietly. At their head was a man in plain robes with white hair, his eyes hollow and devoid of the slightest glimmer.
"Zhìming, do we really not need to help?" Consort Luo asked once more.
"No."
Ning Chen shook his head and said calmly, "There has always been a rumor throughout the Southeast Territory: the Ning Clan army's greatest support is Marquis Ning. As long as Marquis Ning is stopped, the Ning Clan army is nothing to fear. Now is the time for them to prove themselves."
"Aren't you afraid they'll all be wiped out in this battle?" Luo Xingchen asked solemnly.
"To live is fortune; to die is fate."
Ning Chen answered coldly, revealing the most ruthless side of his nature.
If these people could not even overcome such a hurdle, how could they follow him in conquering the entirety of Heaven of No Desire?
He had already done what he ought to do. They ought to do the same.
Behind him, Consort Luo glanced at Xia Ziyi beside her, helplessness flashing through her eyes. When Zhìming became cold-hearted, no one could persuade him.
Xia Ziyi remained silent, not uttering a single word.
In a world where the strong ruled, the weak had no right to live. It was cruel, but that was reality.
To the side, Luo Xingchen stepped forward and sat before the cliff. Looking at the battlefield ahead, where blood and bones had piled into mountains, his expression was unexpectedly calm.
"Zhìming, when do you think we'll finally be able to stop?" Luo