Bodies littered the battlefield, with streams of blood converging into creeks and flowing into the trenches of the Independent Unit. Lu Hong thirstily absorbed the strength of the fallen soldiers from the Independent Unit and the Snow Clan, replenishing the vacuous power of qi and blood in his body. However, the qi and blood were always mixed and impure, as the wails of the deceased echoed incessantly in Lu Hong's mind, besieging his spirit.
Hold on!
Hold on!
Hold on!
Lu Hong furrowed his brows, resolutely guarding his inner self, like a raft on the ocean that could be capsized by the waves at any moment and sink into the sea of suffering.
At that moment, the speck of light hidden between Lu Hong's brows suddenly flickered. Caesar's voice emerged clearly from within: "Huh? Are you in trouble?"
"Caesar? You've come to the Endless Forest?!" Lu Hong was pleasantly surprised inwardly.