Zha Muxi raised her head. The setting sun, like blood, stained the entire battlefield a crimson red.
Corpses littered the field, severed limbs and remains piled up like mountains. Fresh blood converged into rivers, forming pools of blood in the low-lying areas. The air was thick with the suffocating stench of blood.
Mu Shanghan knelt not far away, his face stained with blood and grime, his long sword thrust into the ground to support his crumbling body.
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