The two sides stood facing each other. The morning sun slowly crept across the land. There was none of the usual morning fragrance of fresh grass. Instead, illuminated by the light, the hillside—the site of an entire night of slaughter—was already blanketed in corpses.
Thousands of corpses belonging to the Divine Palace Warriors lay scattered about. Their blood had stained the green prairie completely red. At this moment, the once-lush hillside had truly become a place akin to Hell.
Looking at the Second Commander and Third Commander, a bloodthirsty smile touched the corner of Lin Yun's lips. The night of battle had not filled him with cowardice or fear. On the contrary, it had only further stoked his killing intent.
"Second Commander, is this the final battle?" Lin Yun asked with a light laugh. The killing intent in his eyes was like a pair of sharp swords, startling the Second Commander.
