"Give me a break." Dales Yi said to Helunaixing at this moment, "I saw you yesterday. You were killing people without even blinking."
"And now you're saying you haven't seen many dead people." Dales Yi said with a smile. "I think you're the one most qualified to speak on this."
"A kind old man like me has actually become a murderous demon in your eyes," Helunaixing said.
"My image of all these years was completely ruined in a single day," Helunaixing said helplessly.
Uchiha Madara looked ahead. Amid this white forest, a patch of black had faintly appeared.
"We're almost there. That smell is coming from up ahead," Uchiha Madara said.
Helunaixing and Dales Yi also noticed the black area, which stood out starkly in this pure white forest.
Whenever Uchiha Madara saw something black now, he thought of the Magic Stone. But that black patch ahead probably was not one; he had not sensed the presence of a Magic Stone.
The three slowly walked over. When they reached the black area and saw the sight before them, all three were too shocked to speak.
Before them was a vast open space filled with corpses strewn everywhere—some so rotten that only bones remained, others still bleeding. Countless stones were piled up there as well.
"This..." Dales Yi looked at the corpses, unable to find the words, not even knowing what he wanted to say.
"What's wrong?" Uchiha Madara looked at Dales Yi with a smile. "Aren't you a necromancer? Don't you deal with corpses all the time? Why are you so listless in front of so many corpses?"
"There are just too many," Dales Yi said, his mouth agape. "What happened here? Was there some kind of war? Why are there so many corpses?"
"A war wouldn't gather so many