"Kill..."
On the battlefield, chaos reigned. Tens of thousands of soldiers fought until blood formed rivers, with countless dead and wounded.
Yet these warriors fought to the death without retreat, valiant and fearless.
The two sides appeared evenly matched, and even the commanding generals were nearly equal in combat prowess.
As such, the battle could not easily determine a victor in the short term, and the stalemate resulted in the most tragic casualties.
For a time, the battlefield boiled with killing intent, and blood and fury reached the skies.
On a small hill outside of the battlefield, Qin Feng leaned against a stone shaped like a reclining ox, casually watching the battle on the plains with his legs crossed.
He wasn't interested in watching people slaughter each other; rather, he wanted to understand other matters through this battle.
