Days passed. The fighting got more intense, and the casualties mounted. As the battalions got new orders and left, the camp remained busy. Corpses continued to pile up.3

Xu Qing walked silently through the camp. Twenty-three days had passed since he arrived at the front lines. He had seen a lot of death during those twenty-three days. He had witnessed unspeakable misery. He had observed a true hell on earth. At this point, he hardly noticed the constant rumbling boom of combat.1

There was another lull in combat right now, and Xu Qing was planning on taking advantage of the moment to recruit a few more people into his Secretariat Division. The Secretariat Division played an integral role in the fighting, and as a result, over a hundred members had already lost their lives. There weren’t enough left behind.2

When he thought about how many people he saw die on a daily basis, Xu Qing’s feet felt heavy as he walked. At the same time, he thought about Palace Lord Kong. There was definitely something wrong with the palace lord. It wasn’t possible for the flame of his life force to burn so brightly. In fact, that fire seemed to overshadow the baleful...0