The cries of battle grew louder and louder. After leading the two women over the mountain range blocking their view, the ancient city finally appeared before them, and a war involving tens of millions of people unfolded directly before their eyes.
It was utterly brutal.
Every second, blood splashed and corpses flew into the air.
Both sides were slaughtering each other like mad, devoid of the lofty bearing of cultivators. In its place was the mechanical bloodlust of ordinary mortals.
Some were pierced through by several weapons and, in the blink of an eye, hacked into limbless human stumps.
Some were seized by several people at once, then torn apart alive by an explosion of terrifying strength.
Others, even with their hands and feet pinned down, simply lowered their heads and opened their mouths to bite—heads, arms, chests, whatever they saw, they bit.
Still others, the moment they fell into danger, erupted with mana without hesitation. No spells, no divine abilities—they simply self-destructed, instantly blasting a huge swathe of people to death.
Both sides had killed until their eyes were red. Especially the side with fewer people—they had no way out at all. One after another, they were surrounded, badly wounded, captured, herded into circles on the other side, and slaughtered without cease, never given a chance to recover.
They were both crazed and despairing.
Standing at a distance and watching the entire battle, they seemed like lone wild buffalo surrounded by jackals and wolves. No matter how frantically they struggled, they could not change the reality that they were about to die, be torn apart, and devoured.
Faced with this scene, Li Su, standing atop the mountain, let out a long breath. The knot in his heart immediately brightened.
"You really haven't disappointed me!"
At Li Su's words, the