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TL: Zhao
Editing: Krisaia

Li Yiming stood in the domain of Shangbei, the same spot where Bai Ze and Tian Yan were in the real world. The landscape was desolate in both worlds, only instead of soldiers running in preparation for combat, Li Yiming was immersed in a pool of blood. 

Li Yiming threw his coat away and looked at the blood-splattered onto his arm. He then looked at the reflection of himself in the glass windows of a shop nearby. He struggled to recognize himself as being the person who laid his blade without hesitation upon anyone he came across, be it an elderly person or a small child. 

Li Yiming never thought he would develop such a bloodthirsty impulse. 

“Come out.” Li Yiming threw away his cigarette and a small metallic sphere appeared out of his right hand.

‘Liu Meng isn’t here… So it’s pretty sim...