"This kind of pioneering war is simply a ruthless meat grinder..."
Lu Changsheng stood over the corpse of a Quasi-Third Rank Bull Demon, gazing at the carnage before him, the field strewn with bodies and severed limbs, a heaviness settling in his heart.
After eighty years of cultivation, he had become accustomed to the cycle of life and death, experiencing countless separations through death.
Yet, witnessing such wars, his heart still filled with melancholy.
"And this is merely an ordinary pioneering battle of Jiang Country, where they hold absolute advantage."
"If it were a major pioneering war or one that swept through the entire Southern Wilderness Cultivation Realm, how brutal would it be?"
Lu Changsheng thought of the future possibility of the Demon Path Seven Sects War.
Ancient texts sum it up with just a few words—devastation and widespread wailing.
Without firsthand experience, it's difficult to truly grasp the cruelty within.
