Yun Xiaoyao's expression changed slightly as he looked up at the blood-red sky, a creeping numbness washing over him.
The battlefield was littered with corpses, and a thick, suffocating stench of blood hung heavy in the air, enough to turn anyone's stomach. Even Yun Xiaoyao couldn't help pinching his nose in disgust.
At that moment, Tang Rou's voice suddenly rang out.
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