The battlefield was the same battlefield, but now, there was not even a shadow of a ghost present. Even the numerous divine items that had fallen on the battlefield were gone, including their fragments.2

Clearly, someone had cleaned up the battlefield. In fact, multiple waves of people must have come, as the corpses of many experts had been taken.1

Long Chen stood in the sky and looked at this vast battlefield. For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of loss inside.1

“In this world, can we do nothing but slaughter one another? Why cannot multiple races live peacefully?” Looking at the blood-soaked land, Long Chen couldn’t help murmuring to himself.2

Slaughter brought no joy; it only brought pain. But in order to live, Long Chen could only continue to kill.4

The Minghong Saber was gone. Long Chen had helped it...6