Not much danger, stray shells, commonplace...
For a moment, the six of them had no idea which part to complain about.
This world's appetite for violence seemed a little too abundant. Would doing this really not make the people on the battlefield turn around and attack them?
The six saw the battlefield, ablaze with artillery fire, pause for an instant, as though the shell hurled back at them had stunned them. They even faintly sensed a few probing gazes.
Lou Guanshan frowned. "I'm afraid they'll come after us."
Little Whale and Little Wan paid it no mind, however, and continued in their chosen direction.
"Don't worry. They wouldn't dare follow us."
Wouldn't dare? Someone had thrown a bomb at them out of nowhere, and that was the end of it?
Full of questions, the six looked toward the battlefield. After a brief silence, those prying gazes vanished, and the brutal flames of war once again ravaged both sides.
"They're just passing through. They're not looking for trouble, and we can't afford to provoke them. Keep going!"
Amid savage, frenzied laughter, an unfamiliar, hoarse voice reached their ears across the vast distance. Immediately afterward, another derisive laugh rang out, refusing to be outdone.
"Allowing you to set foot in this pure land is utterly absurd, and it doesn't align with our aesthetics. Since, no matter what, only one faction can control this region, we might as well take over."
The wildly laughing voice gave a cold snort.
"What a bunch of sanctimonious trash. Let's see who laughs last."
As the artillery roared once more, endless flames of war swept through the blackened ruins. They would fight until one side won, or until this entire region was reduced to dust.
Like a merciless juicer, it frantically churned, shredded, and ground everything tangible