Around Green Stone Pass, demonic beasts swept through, dark and dense like locusts, devouring humans and crops.
Villages nearby were ravaged by these demon beast herds, leaving not a tile behind, with both humans and livestock perishing.
It was as if each rocky shoal was being swallowed by this wave-like black tide.
From the ground, cries and wails of the populace continuously rose.
This was the first time Song Yuchan and Yan Qing witnessed the shame of war, especially for the common folk.
Those in power fought, while the common people suffered.
Their lives were as insignificant as ants, seemingly unimportant.
Song Yuchan, tearing up, cried softly, "We caused this harm to them!"
Yan Qing held her small hand, "It's not your fault, it's that dog Gao Qiu who's to blame."
Song Yuchan, with a sobbing voice, asked, "How can we help them?"
