The sky was overcast, with a drizzle falling steadily.
Du Yu wiped his damp face, encircled by a Wandering Dragon, and slowly flew towards the battlefield.
This should be Du Yu's first time participating in a large-scale war; the enemy had a force of 2,000 soldiers, along with 2 Demon Saints and 2 Emperor's Ministers.
Now, the enemy army had been completely annihilated, leaving only a sea of blood and mountains of corpses.
Such a tragic and cruel scene was personally caused by Du Yu; to say he felt nothing would be impossible.
Fortunately, in the surge of emotions within him, there was no sense of guilt.
The skeletons sprawled across the mountains and fields either belonged to the invading Cold Race or the brutal, savage Cold Beast.
It's worth mentioning that the traces of the Cold Beasts quickly dissipated with the wind.
