Damn it, just how vast was this battlefield?
Using the principles of Fei Lian, Li Su ran for a full half hour.
Yet when he looked out, there were still mountains of corpses and seas of blood as far as the eye could see, with almost no end in sight.
The sky was raining blood without pause. Ever since he had awakened in this world, the pattering sound had never stopped.
Just how many demons and witches had to die for this much blood to keep raining down?
And what was even stranger was that there was not a single survivor on the entire battlefield. Not even someone grievously wounded and on the verge of death. Everywhere he looked, there were only corpses—whether enormous or small, every last one was dead.
As the second great calamity of the Primordial World, the War of the Witch and Demon had indeed been terrifying.
But it should not have been so terrifying that not a single living soul remained after such a massive war.
This could no longer be described as slaughtering themselves into madness. Life was not like units in a game; it was perfectly normal for someone to be knocked unconscious after taking a blow to the head. And amid such brutal fighting, there was naturally no way anyone could go around finishing off every wounded opponent one by one. Logically, there should have been quite a few survivors.
He discovered that not only were there no survivors—not even a single remnant soul could be found across this enormous battlefield.
That was far too bizarre.
Drawing a deep breath, Li Su made sure no pursuers were coming from behind him. After deliberately circling around several times, he finally stopped.
He did not intend to keep charging ahead rashly. This behavior was