Immediately after, a scene that made Fang Xinran's blood boil came into view.
On the ground, countless human corpses lay scattered, and blood flowed together to form rivers, casting a bleak and chilling luster under the moonlight, creating a tragic and desolate spectacle.
The devastation on the battlefield was shocking, and one particular sight was especially striking: a corpse holding a sword knelt half-way on the ground, and though its head was gone, it still maintained an unyielding posture, standing tall and refusing to fall.
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