The sudden bright light dimmed even the sun on the horizon.
The blood waves unleashed by the iron frenzy lost their original color, turning into faint sketches, especially the terrified twisted expressions under the artillery fire, which would make even masters of oil painting from centuries ago feel ashamed.
The Armed Train, however, was like a brute who didn't appreciate art, wielding the Alps Hammer to charge madly, with tracks several meters wide creaking, crushing the artistic scene into pieces.
Both vehicles, corpses, and certain ambitions were ground into the soil, becoming nourishment for this land.
"Don't you think it's beautiful?"
Yu Jing squatted behind the train, the ground passed by was crushed into huge ravines by the tracks, then leveled by the Cultivation Pod, a White Elephant Person was firmly imprinted within, like a bold stroke of red across a completed canvas, carrying an aura of hazy beauty.
