Despair.
The sky was blood-red.
Beneath the eerie moonlight, corpses lay piled like mountains.
They weighed heavily on every inch of ground.
Amid the shattered walls and ruins, soldiers' bodies lay strewn everywhere, leaving not even a place to set foot.
Blood flowed like winding rivers across the uneven ground.
Severed body parts lay scattered everywhere, broken armor fragments clinging to severed arms and mangled limbs.
A fierce wind howled past, yet failed to disperse the thick stench of blood.
This was the battlefield of the Sealing War in the Godforsaken Land.
Everyone stood dumbly on the battlefield. Even Old Ninth, who had committed massacres himself, could not help pressing his lips together.
Smack.
While everyone was still in a daze.
A "corpse" on the ground suddenly scrambled up and pinned Little White Tiger down.
"Shh."
"Don't make a sound. Get down. Do you want to die?"
The Awakened with only one arm cursed nervously, "Get the fuck down! Who let you greenhorns in here?"
The Dragon Kingdom Awakened's face was so covered in blood and grime that his features were indistinguishable.
But his eyes were especially bright in the night.
That was concern for the younger generation.
"It's too dangerous here. Get out of here, now."
As the Awakened spoke, blood welled from the corner of his mouth.
"You are...?" Old Ninth crouched and took his wrist. After briefly checking his pulse, he shook his head at White Garment without betraying anything.
The man was beyond saving.
"Stop fucking checking my pulse. I come from a family of traditional physicians. All my organs are fucking shattered. I'm not going to live."
The man smiled carelessly. "In this goddamned world, you're better off dead than alive."
"Your injuries weren't caused by the Transformed."
Although White Garment had lost his cultivation,